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[nightsung]

That seems reasonable to me.

And the tie?

[ In the second photo, Shadowheart isn't wearing the waistcoat anymore. Just his tie, cinched around the center of her breasts to cover her nipples (barely, a hint of dusky pink peeking through) and not much else. ]

1/??

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[ Holy shit. ]

2/4

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[ Holy shit?? ]

3/4

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[ Come on, Strange, lock in. You've got to contribute something. ]

okay we're done

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You've got it working too hard. I'd appreciate some evidence of its prompt removal.

[nightsung]

You know, I've gotten it all twisted up. I might need a hand.

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Anything for my poor lost tie.

[nightsung]

It still smells like you.

And it's also still covered in pink glitter. Which means I am, too.

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Where are you?

[ He could find her in a second. Tear open a portal and be there, the secrets and the sweat they've shared over the last two months more than enough to make it easy, make it thoughtless—

Instead he asks. And he waits. ]

[nightsung]

[ Luckily for Stephen, she only makes him wait a few minutes. ]

My tent. Buffy's out, though I'm not sure for how long.