#so...tired

More of a goat now...

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Imagine: Flirting with Dark and Making Him Flustered

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This was the last straw.

Dark was a friend of your friend, Wilford. Initially you had only seen him every few months or so, but lately that frequency has increased to almost every time you saw Wilford. Your mustachioed pal made it clear that "something big is on it's way!" but then he'd shrug cluelessly if you tried to ask about it. "But it is on it's way, I can aaaabsoooolutely tell you for sure...I think."

Whatever, you were used to his crazy antics. What you weren't used to was Dark's incessant flirting.

"I must say, I find the sound of your laugh more fulfilling than the loveliest symphony," he teased as Wilford jested about.

"My, don't you look ravishing," he would say with a polite handshake, letting his hold linger a bit longer than it should have.

"Would you mind if I sat here?" he scooted closer to you, letting his arm drape across the back of your seat. "I can't help but feel an attraction to you, as though we were opposite magnet charges, getting too close to stay away." Still, he kept himself from touching you so as not to push your tolerance.

Needless to say Dark would get more and more bold with his flirtations, but managed to keep some semblance of distance between you. Wilford might guffaw garishly, or sputter in an absurd manner but otherwise dropped the situation the moment you led the interaction on. It was just too much sometimes, as if Dark struck at just the right time to make you flustered, even when you saw it coming.

But finally, he made you crack. You knew he was coming in hot with the pick up lines, and this time you would play it cool back.

"Why, hello my sweet," Dark strode to you after his quiet conversation with Wilford. You couldn't discern anything they were chatting about, but you were used to that by now. And it didn't matter anyway. You were focused on one thing: hitting Darkiplier back. "You know I heard a song the other day, and it reminded me of you. I hope to play it for you on our first date."

Your heart started to pick up from the adrenaline. Don't mess this up, keep it cool! You can get back at him.

"Really? You might have to impress me before a date, big guy" you baited, hoping your tone came across as playful and not mean. "I mean, clearly you can talk the talk, but really what have you done to earn my time for a date?" Too mean? God, you hoped not.

In a fit of impulse you reached out and tightened his tie, making a show of straightening it out. Okay, your intention to flirt back rather than push him away was now clear. The ball was in his side of the field.

But Dark did nothing. You drew your gaze from his tie to his face and saw something you had honestly never expected. His eyebrows were furrowed, eyes wide and jaw dropped.

"Uh, Dark?"

There was a flash of red and blue, and a growing ringing that disappeared the moment Dark cleared his throat. He cracked his neck to compose himself, hand running through his hair almost instinctively.

"Anything it takes, my dear." You couldn't believe it. His voice was shaking.

I don't have a screenshot of the symptoms from kjse like everyone else apparently but I just seen one that showed paranoia? There was a post I seen earlier about him going to the door after a knock in the game happened so has anyone connected that to the paranoia symptom yet?