Queen Of Myshuno

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favorite color: pale lavender is one of my faves

currently reading: embarrassingly, nothing

last song: nails, hair, hips, heels

last series: loki (sooo many twists!)

sweet, spicy, or savory: major sweet tooth

craving: something fizzy

tea or coffee: nope & nope

currently working on: currently working on figuring out what i want to work on currently

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Meet The Kellers (challenge summary) 

I’ve already told two of the guys I’ve slept with that I’m pregnant, but “Share Big News” has not come up as an option for either of them, which I’m pretty sure is a game glitch.

Just to be sure, though, I have a party and invite JJ over. My brother agrees to host at his apartment. I really doubt JJ is the father since we slept together awhile ago, but I’m just checking to be sure.

I don’t think JJ realizes I’m pregnant because this top kind of hides it.

JJ: So what’s new with you?

Well, if it is him, I’m not going to spring it on him the moment he arrives.

Me: Um...not much. You?

JJ: Same ol’, same ol’.

I make the introductions, we have some snacks, and I try to steer the conversation around to kids.

JJ: I never want to have kids. I’m not really a kid person, and I like my lifestyle too much. That would literally be the worst thing that could ever happen to me.

Oh dear. Let’s hope it’s not him.

Later, while JJ and I are chatting, I look for the “Share Big News” option. I’m relieved to see that it does not appear for JJ either. Well, that settles it. The baby daddy must be Gavin. I’m kind of happy about this because out of all the guys I’ve been with, I’m most curious to see what his child would look like. 

Also, Gavin is loaded, whereas JJ is a bartender at a theme park.

Then I realize something...I’m looking at the options while my brother, Charles, is selected. I switch over to myself and...oh.  

It looks like I found my baby daddy.

I don’t want to just blurt it out, so while I’m considering how I’m going to tell him, JJ wanders off into the spare room and starts playing Charles’ guitar.

This makes Charles angry because it’s really rude to play another musician’s instrument unless they’ve offered. Charles doesn’t say anything, though, since he’s not sure if there’s already going to be some drama.

Charles goes back out to the living room while JJ plays.

Me: You guys, I don’t know what I’m going to do. JJ is definitely the father. What should I say?

While I’m in the middle of a major life crisis, Charles and Tiffany are oblivious and flirt with each other even though I’m sitting between them.

Me: Helloooo. This is serious. I need you guys’s help! 

Charles: It doesn’t matter how you tell him. He’s not going to take the news well no matter what.

Tiffany: I don’t know, maybe if you work your way up to it slowly, he’ll be okay. We could all talk about how great kids are, and then you could wait until the end of the party to tell him.

Charles: I disagree. Just rip the band-aid off, and tell JJ now.

We’re so involved in our conversation, that we haven’t noticed JJ walk back into the living room.

JJ: Tell me what?

I let JJ know I have something I want to share with him, but I’m nervous about telling him.

JJ: (sweetly) Aww, it’s okay, Lana, you can tell me anything, beautiful. What is it?

I share the big news with JJ.

JJ is so distraught and his frown so extreme that his mouth seems to implode. Charles gives me a look like “yep, that’s about what I expected to happen.”

JJ: Nooo. Nooo. Why is this happening to me?!

Well, this is far more dramatic than I anticipated. I do my smile-and-jazz-hands routine and praise JJ’s manliness, since that seemed to work on Gavin, but it doesn’t help. JJ is inconsolable.

For the rest of the party, JJ sits in the wicker chair, a look of shock on his face, and barely says a word. 

Eventually, he walks slowly to the door, turns and gives me one last look like a sad puppy, and then walks out. I wonder if I’ll ever see him again.

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[Author’s Note: This post contains links to previous posts of this story. These links are for people who have not read this story/challenge from the beginning and want to go back and see what I’m talking about. If you’ve been reading from the beginning, then you don’t need to click them.] 

Something has been bothering me ever since I told Gavin I was pregnant...I didn’t see the “Share Big News” option.

At the time, I just figured either it was a glitch or I wasn’t looking in the right spot.

But now I’m wondering if I’m really pregnant with Herman’s baby and not Gavin’s. 

So I’m having Herman over today. My brother is coming, too, and bringing a date (hopefully not Irene). I’m making brownies for the get together.

Herman shows up and gives me a big hug. He’s maybe a little more into it than I am.

Herman: Is there something different about you? Did you change your hair?

Me: Yes, there is something different, Herman. You’re very astute.

Herman looks confused then shakes his head and gives up trying to figure it out.

Herman: Well, anyway, it’s great to see you again.

Herman gives me another hug.

Charles knows the real reason I invited Herman over.

Charles: (quietly) Here we go.

Herman: What?

Charles: Oh, uh, I said “Here you go!” 

Charles quickly grabs the plate of brownies and offers one to Herman.

Herman eats a brownie; I eat three.

The party is going nicely, and Herman and I get to chatting.

Me: Have you figured out what’s different about me yet?

Herman: I know it’s something, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.

Me: I’m pregnant!

Herman immediately and instinctively pulls away from me.

Herman: You’re wha...? 

Charles, on the other hand, is thrilled that he’s going to be an uncle.

Herman: So...who’s the lucky guy?

I’m unable to find a “Share Big News” option for Herman either. This must be some sort of game glitch or mod glitch thing. The test came back positive after a woohoo marathon with Gavin, so I’m pretty sure it’s Gavin’s.

Me: I think, probably, most likely, the father is a guy named Gavin.

Herman: How sure are you?

Me: Like 51% sure?

This answer seems to satisfy Herman. I don’t think he’s very good at math.

Herman’s date, Tiffany, has also arrived. As Herman and I talk, I notice that Charles seems to be getting along really well with her. He thought, at first, she had traits that made her non-committal, but this turns out not to be true. 

She’s actually an overly-emotional, romantic daydreamer with an aspiration for animals.

Later, after the guests leave, Charles starts picking up dishes and washing them in the sink. My brother cleaning? Am I witnessing a miracle? It was worth morning sickness and swollen ankles just to see this.

As I absentmindedly watch Charles tidy up, something suddenly occurs to me. What if the “Share Big News” option isn’t coming up for Gavin or Herman because I’ve been pregnant with JJ’s baby all along??

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Next: Day 13, Dismay

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I go straight from Herman’s apartment to Gavin’s house. I really need someone who knows what they’re doing. And doesn’t wear bunny slippers.

Me: No small talk. I need you in the bedroom right now.

Gavin: I do so love it when you come over.

We woohoo (in Gavin’s bed for once).

And then we woohoo again.

We woohoo so much that the option to woohoo is no longer available. We watch a little TV while Gavin recharges his batteries.

Then we woohoo again.

Finally (FINALLY!!) my pregnancy test comes back positive. 

Gavin: Are you ready for another round?

I have to hand it to Gavin. He’s in shape.

Me: Actually, I was hoping we could sit and talk for a moment.

Gavin: Talk about what?

Me: Babies?

Gavin’s mood changes dramatically.

Gavin: What about babies?

Me: Aren’t they cute?

Gavin: Some of them are okay-looking. Others, not so much.

I tell Gavin I’m pregnant. He doesn’t take the news well at first.

But then he frames the situation in the context of his own manliness.

Gavin: Well, I guess it makes sense that I would be pretty virile.

I go along with it.

Me: Yep. Yay for your virility! Yay for babies!

I do jazz hands because somehow I think a smile and jazz hands will make the news easier to take. It seems to work.

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Next: Day 12, Twist

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Herman and I get ready to woohoo, and I change into my...sexy blue nightie! I guess Herman isn’t the only one who’s finally clueing in.

I’m really annoyed, though.

Herman’s PJs aren’t really doing it for me. I guess now I know how all those guys felt when I wore my frumpy robe to bed. That isn’t even the worst part of Herman’s outfit.

He’s wearing bunny slippers!! But maybe I don’t have a lot of room to complain since I’m wearing my blue socks. (Hey, it’s kind of cold in Herman’s apartment.)

Things literally get off on the wrong foot when he puts his bunny slipper in my face, not once, but three times! 

[Author’s Note: This is not a pose. This really happened in gameplay. I’ve never seen this before. I was quite surprised, LOL.]

Out of all the guys I’ve been with, I’ve never had anyone put their foot in my face during woohoo. I am not having a good time.

Afterward, Herman asks me a question.

Herman: How was it?

Me: Um, uh, I think we were both kind of tired. Maybe you were right and we should have taken a nap first.

Herman: (disappointed) Uh, yeah, I was pretty tired.

Herman immediately falls asleep, and I’m grateful because that means I don’t have to answer any more awkward questions. I quietly laugh to myself thinking about how many terrible and ridiculous things have happened today.

I let Herman sleep for about an hour, and then I wake him up. I ask if he wants to try again. (Because it can’t possibly be that bad again. Can it?)

Herman: Sure, but let’s switch sides. This isn’t my regular side, and I think I’ll do better on that side.

I agree. I’m willing to try anything to avoid having such terrible woohoo again.

Afterward...

Herman: How was it this time?

Me: That was much better than last time.

"Better” is relative; it was better than the worst woohoo ever. Fortunately, Herman doesn’t realize this and seems very pleased with my answer.

Later, while Herman’s in bed in the other room, I take a pregnancy test. It’s negative, so I trudge on. I’m nothing if not determined. I call Herman in and get him to woohoo with me in the shower.

Herman actually was pretty darned okay this time. Not great, not exactly good, but pretty darned okay.

Herman: Judging from the sounds you were making, I really rang your bell that time, didn’t I, kitten?

Oh geez, he’s calling me “kitten” now? I decide to just go along with it.

Me: Mee-YOW.

I hope that by making a silly cat noise, I can avoid having to give Herman a straightforward answer. It works, and he takes my response as a huge compliment.

After he leaves the bathroom, I take one more pregnancy test. Still negative. I’m getting very frustrated (in more ways than one).

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Next: Day 11, Satisfaction

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Meet The Kellers (challenge summary)

Herman and I take the trolley back to his apartment in Newcrest.

Herman: So what do you think of my place?

Me: Yeah...it’s very...

I struggle to find something nice to say about it.

Me: ...very much a bachelor pad.

Herman: Funny, that’s what everybody says.

Me: Where’s your bathroom? That was a long trolley ride.

Herman’s bathroom is almost as messy as the living room. 

As I leave the bathroom, I take a peak into the bedroom. I decide beforehand that if it’s a mess, I’m just going to leave. But it’s nice and is the cleanest room in the place. Well, it’s actually the only clean room in the place.

Herman: Would you like me to get the wine now?

There are empty bottles scattered throughout the apartment, and, from where I’m sitting, I can see a bunch of beer bottles on the kitchen counter. I’m guessing from the state of the apartment and from Comfort’s comments the other day that Herman has a problem with alcohol.

Me: No, let’s wait a bit.

I ask Herman to tell me about his life, and as he speaks, I can see that he’s a really sweet, good-hearted person who just maybe needs some guidance. And a good Juicers Anonymous program. And a maid.

Then he starts talking about how much he likes llamas, and he totally loses me. Llamas creep me out.

I need to change the direction of the conversation, so I bring up bed. Herman agrees that bed is a good idea.

He then promptly goes to sleep on the couch. 

I wake him up.

Me: Hey, that’s not exactly what I meant when I was talking about bed.

Herman: Oh yeah, you’re right. I should go in the bedroom to take a nap.

Oh, Herman. Are you seriously that clueless?

I quickly get up and do my sexy pose for him. Guys love it when I make this face.

Next, I kiss his neck.

Herman takes my hand and leads me to the bedroom. Finally, he’s clueing in. Or maybe he just wants to take a nap together??

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Next: Day 11, Foot in the Face

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Meet The Kellers (challenge summary)

The aquarium employees manage to fish Irene out of the tank before the hammerhead can have her for lunch. By the time she’s able to dry off under the hand dryer in the bathroom, it’s time for us to have lunch ourselves. 

Irene’s hair is so full of hairspray that it still looks amazing even after all of that.

Before Irene can take her seat, though, that crazy lady I got into an argument with at the flea market last week comes and takes Irene’s chair. She looks at me defiantly as if daring me to say something.

So I say something.

Me: If you don’t get your butt out of Irene’s chair this second you crazy #!@#@! binch, I’ll knock you into next Tuesday!!

She gets up. By this time, Irene has left the table and is sitting somewhere else. Herman, feeling bad about accidentally knocking Irene into a shark tank earlier, tries to make it up to her by sitting at her table, but she wants nothing to do with him.

Irene re-joins our table, but now Herman isn’t sure if he should come back because of how upset she is with him. I wave him over.

Me: I know we’ve all had a hard day, especially you Irene, but let’s just put that behind us, enjoy our meal, and start over. What do you say?

Herman gives Irene his most charming and apologetic smile, even though what happened wasn’t technically his fault.

The up side is that Irene no longer appears to be mad at my brother. The down side is that all that anger is now directed toward my date.

Me: That’s it! I give up. After lunch, Herman and I are going our own separate way! No more double date.

We all finish eating, and I make my way to the mezzanine with Herman...

...where we have our first kiss. Not wanting to run into my brother and Irene again, we skip some of the exhibits and head outside...

...where I see Newell. So odd that he turns up everywhere I go. 

Herman and I relax on a bench and take in the beauty of Magnolia Promenade. 

Me: I’m sorry I brought my brother along. I had no idea it would turn into such a fiasco.

Herman: That’s okay. Now you have a story to tell anyway.

Me: That’s for sure. I’m having such a good time with you now that it’s just us. I kind of don’t want this day to end.

Herman: It doesn’t have to. I have some wine at my apartment.

Me: Let’s go.

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Next: Day 11, Herman’s Lair

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Herman and I look at a spectacular display of fish and coral at the Magnolia Aquarium.

Then my brother’s date, Irene, comes over and starts yelling at one of the patrons. Did she just call that person what I think she called that person??

As if that wasn’t bad enough, Janay’s dad suddenly shows up and starts cussing out the fish. Why?

Things are getting too weird, so I suggest we all move on to the next exhibit.

Herman and I have a romantic moment next to a giant trilobite.

Herman: Your eyes are like the ocean, I could swim in them all day.

Me: (giggling) Nice pick-up line for an aquarium. 

Herman: Thank you. Is it working?

Me: Only if you were trying to make me laugh.

Herman: Okay, I’ll go with that.

Meanwhile, Charles is getting tired of trying to please Irene who seems unpleasable. 

As we’re walking to the next display, I ask Herman to talk to Irene to see if he can smooth things out. Herman agrees, but as he approaches Irene, a large man bumps into Herman who bumps into Irene who...

...falls into one of the tanks. Well, that didn’t go as planned. Not only does she fall into a tank...

...she falls into a shark tank. Not only does she fall into a shark tank, she falls into a hammerhead shark tank, known to be one of the more aggressive species of shark.

Irene mouths the word “help.”

[Author’s Note: Irene got herself into this predicament without any influence from me, so I just went with it.]

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Next: Day 11, Angry

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I meet Herman at the trolley. My brother comes, too, and brings along a girl he met at a shop one day while I was at work. Her name is Irene.

There are plenty of seats where two people can sit together. However, instead of sitting next to Irene, my brother lets her sit across the aisle by herself where she has to strain to listen to our conversation over the loud, clanging sounds of the trolley.

Irene: (loudly) WHY ARE YOU SITTING WAY OVER THERE?

Charles: I DUNNO. I JUST WANTED TO SIT NEXT TO MY SISTER, I GUESS.

Some people say my brother and I have a close relationship that borders on the unhealthy, but I don’t see it.

It’s not a short trip, and Irene is pretty annoyed by the time we get to Magnolia Promenade. My brother hangs his head in shame.

The first thing we do is go down to the docks to see the steamboat. It’s magnificent!

Herman: I don’t think this is going to go well between your brother and his girl.

Me: Oh, give him a moment. He’s pretty charming and can turn it around.

As I predicted, a few words of flattery from Charles, and he’s back on track.

Next, we go to the aquarium.

We all go inside. I can’t help but notice that Herman is looking super handsome.

My brother is working extra hard to turn on the charm and comedy to try to keep Irene in good spirits after the shaky start to their date.

Herman and I head into the first exhibit, and that’s the last time things are even close to being normal. We don’t know it yet, but this day is about to get crazy.

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To see Irene Blum in the regular story, go here: New Years: Crazy About You.

The Magnolia Aquarium is available on SFS and on the gallery. Go here for info, pictures, and optional cc links. Make sure move objects is on when placing.

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Next: Day 11, Shark!

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I wake up to a broken sink spraying water all over the bathroom floor. What’s up with this apartment? Nothing in my brother’s apartment ever breaks.

My brother comes over and fixes it.

I make us pancakes.

Sad pancakes.

Sadcakes.

Charles: Why so sad, sis?

Me: It has been two days, and Herman still hasn’t called. I’ve had risky woohoo with half the guys in town, and I’m still not pregnant. I’m unattractive, barren, and broken.

Charles: That’s not true. You’re very pretty, and you just haven’t had enough risky woohoo yet. Your day will come.

Charles: If anyone can ho it up and get themselves knocked up with an illegitimate child, it’s you, sis. I have every confidence in you.

Me: Thanks, bro. I needed that pep talk. I feel better.

Cheered up now, I happily eat my pancakes.

After breakfast, as I’m mopping the bathroom floor, I hear the phone ring.

Me: Hello?

The person on the other end of the line is Herman! I pretend not to remember him for a second just so he doesn’t think I’m desperate.

Me: Oh, *that* Herman. Hi.

Herman: Hi. I have the day off and was wondering if you’d like to go to Magnolia Promenade with me?

Me: I’d love to! Is it okay if my brother comes along?

Herman: Umm... (very long pause) sure.

Charles loves Magnolia Promenade, and I’d feel bad if I went without him. Herman and I make arrangements to meet at the trolley at 10:00, and he hangs up the phone.

I still got it.

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Next: Day 11, Promenade

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My brother joined this club called The Bear Lodge, so I joined the sister club, The Mama Bears. I’m still not sure what these clubs are all about, but there seems to be a lot of drinking and men, so I’m in. When I get there, I spot Comfort, my coworker from the library.

I also spot a very handsome man.

Me: Who’s that guy?

Comfort: Him? Oh, you don’t want to know him. He’s bad news. I’m surprised he’s not in his usual spot right now.

Me: What’s his usual spot?

Comfort: At the bar.

Well, it’s clear I’m not going to get an introduction from Comfort, so I try to catch his eye. He’s talking to some other members, though, so he doesn’t see me.

I end up sitting next to Joey, and Joey sees the handsome guy and calls him over. Finally, my brother’s useless friend, Joey, is useful for something.

Joey introduces me to Herman. Herman is wearing his work clothes because he just came from where he works as a mechanic. Joey good-naturedly gives him a hard time about not changing.

Herman talks about books, but it’s clear he knows nothing about books and is just trying to make a good impression on me because I told him I work in a library. I think it’s cute.

Later, I catch him by the door. He takes an interest in my hobby of painting, which I think is really sweet.

Herman: Do you want to go get a coffee after this?

Me: I’d love to, but my motive bars are getting really low. I’m going to go home, maybe watch part of an old movie on TV, and fall asleep.

Herman: Do you mind if I call you sometime?

I write my number on a cocktail napkin and hand it to Herman.

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To see Herman in the regular story, go here: New Years: Too Classy for a Bum Like You

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Next: Day 11, Broken

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I wake up craving steak, potatoes, and string beans, an odd thing to want in the morning. Am I pregnant??

I make breakfast for me and JJ...not steak and potatoes, though (although that still sounds good).

I even set the table with placemats, something I rarely do.

JJ is still asleep, so I have to go and wake him up.

Me: Good morning, sleepyhead.

JJ: (still groggy) Hi.

I ask JJ if he likes the breakfast I made him.

JJ: Yeah, it’s good, but...do you have any vegetables?

Me: No, sorry. I’m on a strict diet of meat, dairy, carbs, and sugar.

After breakfast, JJ gets dressed and gives me a hug goodbye.

No sooner than JJ walks out the door, than my brother walks in with his dirty dishes, even though he has his own dishwasher in his apartment. If he’s expecting me to do those for him, he’s in for a rude awakening.

Charles: Sis, can you do these dishes for me? I have a cramp in my hand.

Me: Absolutely not.

Charles: Hey, remember that time I came over really early in the morning and fixed your toilet for you?

Me: Okay, fine. Just put them in the sink.

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Next: Day 9, Beary Cute Guy

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JJ comes back to my apartment building and flirts with me in the lobby.

I flirt back, completely unaware that Mr. Newell is stalking me.

Creepy much?

Me: So, this is me.

JJ: That *is* a really nice picture.

I’m super tired at this point, so I need to get him into the bedroom as quickly as possible.

Me: Thanks. Would you like to see the rest of the apartment?

It turns out we’re both tired, so we do the sleepy walk to the bedroom.

I show him the room, but for some reason, I’m suddenly very nervous. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because he’s so handsome. Or maybe it’s because I’m afraid he’s going to kill me with his super sharp teeth.

So I start rambling nervously about the weather.

Finally, the moment of truth arrives. I’ve added a black, lacey nightie to my sleepwear, increasing the chances that I’ll finally choose a sexy outfit when I have a man over. What will I wear?... 

Gotta go with the robe and socks. Every time. Hey, it has worked for me in the past.

JJ: Nice socks.

Me: Thanks. I knew you’d like them.

We woohoo, and it’s magical. Afterward, we both quickly fall asleep.

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To see Bradford Newell in the regular story, go here: Office: Shirley Strikes Again

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Next: Day 9, Craving

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Tonight we’re going to a place called “The Bar Around The Corner.” Unfortunately, it’s literally way around the corner, and our cab can only drop us in the parking lot. We have to run the rest of the way in the pouring rain. 

Also, we forgot our umbrellas.

Also, I probably should have worn different shoes.

How should I describe this place? Hmmm. I don’t want to use the word “dingy,” and I don’t want to say “shabby.” I guess I’ll just say it's probably exactly what you think of when you hear the term “dive bar.”

Charles and I order a couple of drinks and share a meat platter. As I’m talking to him at the bar, a handsome man catches my eye.

Yowza.

[Author’s Note: He’s technically not eligible to be a baby daddy; he was in a scene but he didn’t have a speaking part. I’m going to make an exception for him, though, because A) his babies would be adorable and B) I’m running out of cute, eligible guys.]

I see him sit down at the same table as my brother’s annoying friend, Joey. I go over on the pretense of saying hi to Joey and then introduce myself to the handsome stranger. His name is JJ.

Me: Do you know where there’s a pay phone around here?

JJ: Yeah, it’s right through that door.

Me: Can you show me?

I don’t really need to make a call; I just want to get him alone.

It works.

As I’d hoped, flirting ensues. That’s when I see it, and I’m like what the...

Do you see it now, too?

His top teeth are filed to sharp points. Is he crazy? Dangerous? Is this some sort of Komorebi cultural thing? I take another look at his handsome face and decide it’s not a deal breaker.

[Author’s Note: I’m super bad at checking the teeth when I’m making a sim in CAS. This is literally the first time I’m seeing this. Sorry, JJ.]

We go back to the bar where we’re able to get a table alone this time. We chat for awhile, and I steer the conversation around to the art pieces I just purchased, describing each one.

Me: They’re really pretty.

JJ: Sounds like it.

Me: Would you like to come over to my apartment and see them?

JJ: (smiles...a closed-lip smile, thankfully)

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To see JJ’s brief appearance in the regular story, go here: Love Day: Artistic Expression.

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Next: Day 8, Stalker

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