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✯ [Text] OMG THESE CHCOLATES ARE SO PRTTY MISS BEATRICHE!!!!111111

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✯ [Text] Thks for the Valntines <3<3<3!!! We shuld eat thse togethr ;)

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✯ Maya was having some difficulty with coming with the best way of thanking Beatrice for the chocolate box she’d gotten earlier. Of course, it wasn’t actually the ‘witch’ who sent it to her, but that’s what Maya wanted to believe. Her Golden Truth, if I can call it that.

✯ She thought that, after her blushing incident at the Mystery Shack, that she’d lost all her chances with the blonde, but it seems like she was wrong! Ahhhh, Maya is feeling so happy right now~. And nervous. Terribly, excruciatingly nervous. Her hands shouldn’t be shaking this much just for trying to type something good.

✯ At last, she decided on what to send.

✯ [FROM]: Maya Fey ✯ [TO]: Beatrice the Golden

✯ [Text] So errr... happ Vday, Miss Batrice!!!! ✯ [Text] Hw are u doin tday?

✯ Good thing you don’t need to stutter while typing.

✯ While Maya is doing this, the cursed chocolate box is right there at her side, sitting at the sofa of the apartment she shares with Phoenix. She hasn’t eaten any of the treats yet because she wants to be sure she’s right about who sent them first. Hopefully, Phoenix won’t take too long to arrive after his own chocolate incident...

    Couches oftentimes ended up being more comfortable than beds, Dipper had quickly come to realize, particularly when one has been through a particularly exhausting day. This afternoon –morning? Evening, maybe? It certainly felt like the afternoon, in any case– a young man found himself waking up from a deep sleep. At first it was groggy, slow, like sleeping in on a Sunday morning, but it didn’t take long for Dipper to jolt up with a start, scattering the mess of papers that loosely hung out of the book draped over his stomach. 

    “Shit!” First he looked to the window at the midday sun beaming in, then to the friend who’d just woken him upon their entrance into their own apartment, then to his watch whose digital numbers blinked incessantly on 99:99:99. “Shit,” he repeats, quieter and to himself, mostly in response to the broken watch, but also in response to falling asleep on Sayo’s couch. Again.

    “Sorry, Sayo,” Dipper sighs, gathering the scattered papers and stuffing them into the age-worn book whose seams looked ready to split any minute. “It was a rough night. I was...” 

    His brow furrowed for a minute. He didn’t remember. 

    His mission was a simple one; find people willing to buy a certain product, then send them off to Mabel to purchase it. Simple. Illegal, maybe, but the Pines learned from the best conman out there. So Dipper strides up to one person, one who looks quiet and distant. 

A drink, then two- and the numbers seemed to escalate at a gradual level, though not too riveting enough to overthrow her conscious mind. She stopped once the headache kicked in, swaying back and forth like ocean waves that danced in the breeze.

Her glass clinked against the refreshment table as she set it down, an arm crossed while another raised to touch her forehead. It was then followed by the sound of muffled footsteps approaching her from the side, and naturally, her head turned to face golden locks tied neatly into twin tails.

Nearly had she mistaken the person as another blonde she was rather familiar of at this point, but once her focal vision became distinctively clear on the other- she blinked once to refresh the image through her eyes. 

Did she know them? The back of her neck tingled, as if she were forgetting something. They kept staring at her, eyes wide and large, but all she had to offer was a peculiar stare- one in which she would give at an extraterrestrial entity that she had encountered too many times in this city. 

@ikeatrice​

Ahhhh, nothing like a good restaurant to fill Samejima’s stomach after a hard day of work and snowball fights. Mainly snowballs fights. His chosen place today was one of these NPC-run shops that nobody really pays attention to (thanks to the concorrence of places like Just Desserts, Tinkerbulls and Toro Nagashi), but can be used at threads anyway.

While waiting for a waiter to attend him, a loud noise could be heard close to the demon. Looks like one of the waitresses has lost balance and let her trays fall from her hands and head to the floor, oh noes! Who can stop such a tragedy from concluding?

“I CAN!!!” Oh, that’s right! With Samejima’s manliness, it was pretty easy for him to swiftly catch the falling trays and rearrange them in a super sophisticated manner fitting for a high class restaurant, just like not even a grain of rice was wasted. He’s truly the hero we deserve!

♒ = lying to them