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...๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ฎ๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘’๐’น๐“ˆ ๐’œ๐“‡๐‘’ ๐’ฉ๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ž๐‘œ๐“๐’น... ๐ผ ๐ฟ๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’, ๐‘…๐‘’๐“‚๐‘’๐“‚๐’ท๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’œ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐น๐‘œ๐“‡๐‘”๐’พ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐’ด๐‘œ๐“Š.
#Aoi Takumi#blog#my gifs#NEOWIZ#ROUND8 STUDIO#Lies Of P 2023#Lies Of P#2023#game#NG+#Premium Edition#license version#PC#/#taking -at face value- everything's planned by Geppetto from the start ~ although to build x realize the entire chain of events...#that would eventually lead him to the source of Ergo is baffling... [if not impossible] even for a genius... [he isn't entirely sure?]#~ as the crucial opportunity to -bring Carlo back- is bestowed upon the man ~ he prioritizes him [a -real boy-] over ๐“Ÿ [a -useless puppet-]#//#~ another remark is that I reject any doubts [not mine] concerning if ๐“Ÿ [the ๐“Ÿ] is actually dear/important to his Creator...#Geppetto's -rash statements- can be deceiving but the eyes can't...#the man is convinced there's a significant emotional rift between people/puppets#yet he keeps giving his -glow- to ๐“Ÿ... knowingly or not ~ he talks to him breathlessly and calmly... with a -velvet- voice#~ most of all... he utters ๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“ท once more x apologizes / but not to Carlo = his -real flesh and blood-#...he apologizes to the very ๐“Ÿrecious x crying ๐“Ÿuppet who has finally grasped [own] humanity at its best [& the Creator now sees it]#///#wouldn't dare to be judgmental of the actions at the root of whose is desperate love... 'cause no less... is at the root of my heartache#*๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜‚๐—ฒ๐—ฑ*
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๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ตย 
๐—ง๐˜‚๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜†ย 
โ€œYou should tell him,โ€ she says for the fifth time that day.
โ€œNoo. No way,โ€ Steve yells from the back room, coming back to the front with a pile of freshly rewinded VHSโ€™.
โ€œCome on! I told you he openly flirts with you all the time dude! Heโ€™s into you,โ€ Robin whines as she takes half the pile from him.
They move together through the aisles of Family Video putting the movies in their place,
โ€œNo Rob, that's just how he is. He flirts with everybody,โ€ he says, shrugging.
โ€œNo, he does not!โ€
Steveโ€™s never heard Robin so close to throwing an actual tantrum before, and he would think it funny if it wasnโ€™t about Eddie and his nonexisting feelings for him.
โ€œYou're just biased,โ€ Steve tells her fondly.ย 
Robin rolls her eyes and huffs, โ€œHow is this any different from when you tell me to talk to Vicky?โ€
โ€œBecause I'm sure Vicky likes you back!โ€ he answers with an exasperated sigh.
โ€œWell, I'm sure Eddie likes you!โ€ Robin says and sighs even louder than Steve, mocking him.
He snorts and moves back to the other side of the counter, pretending to check something on the computer desk. Robin finishes putting the VHSโ€™ back in place and rounds the counter too, leans against it with her hip, and looks at Steve, raising her eyebrows pointedly. He snorts again at her antics.
โ€œOK, fine! Tell you what. Iโ€™ll tell Munsonโ€ฆIf you tell Vicky,โ€ he smirks.
โ€œDeal!โ€ Robin exclaims, extending her hand.
Steveโ€™s smile drops and he stares at her, does not take her hand. โ€œWhat? No way youโ€™ll do it.โ€
โ€œI will! Iโ€™ll even do it first if youโ€™re too chicken shit, but you have to promise youโ€™ll do it no matter what.โ€
She waits for a moment for him to take her hand and after a while raises her eyebrows, โ€œWell?โ€
He thinks about it as he very slowly starts raising his hand, the tension in the store palpable as his hand comes close to hers while he scans her eyes, looking for a trap, or a way out of this.
Which is probably why neither of them hears when the door opens.
Robin wiggles her eyebrows again, pressuring him. He is just about to close the gap when he retracts his hand quickly and shakes it in the air.
โ€œNo! Fuck you, Rob. Iโ€™m not telling Eddie I like him,โ€ he tells her.
โ€œWhat?!โ€ Dustin shouts standing in front of them.
๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜‚๐—ฒ๐—ฑ
part 1: โค๏ธ
part 2: ๐Ÿงก
part 3:ย ๐Ÿ’›
part 4:ย ๐Ÿ’š
part 5:ย ๐Ÿ’™
part 6:ย ๐Ÿ’œ
part 7:ย ๐Ÿ’—
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my friend opened an rp server, and is hoping to have at least 17 people by this summer! they're planning BIIIG STUFF with this project, so if you wanna be included, JOINN!!!! AND HAVE LOTS AND LOTS OF FUN ^^ ยฆ----------- summary ! โ•ญโ•ฏ๊’ฐโ™ก๊’ฑ๏น•[๐—ก๐—˜๐—ช ๐— ๐—˜๐—ฆ๐—ฆ๐—”๐—š๐—˜ ๐—œ๐—ก๐—–๐—ข๐— ๐—œ๐—ก๐—š !] โ™ก โ”€โ”€ โ”€โ”€ ๏น™๐ŸŒธ๏นš โ”€โ”€ โ”€โ”€ โ™ก โ”Š ๐Ÿ’Œ ๏น•๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ท๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ด๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฐ๐—น๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—น๐˜€ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ธ, ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฑ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—น๐˜† ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—น ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐—ฎ ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ธ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐˜, ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ณ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ถ๐˜, ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ท๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ฎ ๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐—บ, ๐—ฏ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐˜ ๐˜€๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฝ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜„ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜. .๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป? ๏น™โ™ก๏นšโ”โ”โ”๏น™โ™ก๏นšโ”โ”โ”๏น™โ™ก๏นš
๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—น ๐—ณ๐˜‚๐—น๐—น๐˜†, ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐— ๐—Ÿ๐—ซ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ถ๐˜, ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฝ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜๐—ผ๐˜€, ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐—น๐˜† ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฟ ๐—ธ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ฝ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜€, ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜†๐—ฎ๐—น ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ด๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€, ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ณ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜ ๐—ฝ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€, ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ฝ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ต๐˜ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—ฒ๐˜†๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐˜€๐˜, ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฑ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฝ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ด๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฒ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฟ ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ฎ ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฟ, ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ ๐—ด๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜† ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป, ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜๐—น๐˜† ๐—ฎ ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ป๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป. ๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜†๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ธ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐˜† ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ถ๐—พ๐˜‚๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—น๐—น, ๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ต ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ธ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฏ๐—น๐˜‚๐—ฒ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฐ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ฐ๐—ธ, ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ. .๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ด๐—ต ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฑ๐—ป'๐˜ ๐—ธ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐˜„๐—ต๐˜†. โ™ก โ”€โ”€ โ”€โ”€ ๏น™๐ŸŒธ๏นš โ”€โ”€ โ”€โ”€ โ™ก
๐—”๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜๐˜๐—ผ๐—บ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐˜†๐—ฝ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—บ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป, ๐—ถ๐˜ ๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ [๐—›๐—œ๐——๐——๐—˜๐—ก ๐—ง๐—”๐—Ÿ๐—˜๐—ก๐—ง] ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐˜„๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ท๐—ผ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜†, ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜†'๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€ ๐—ผ๐—ณ ๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป ๐˜‚๐—ป๐—ธ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป ๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ป'๐˜ ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ, ๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐—น๐˜†, ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜†'๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ป๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ'๐˜€ ๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ... ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฟ๐˜‚๐—ฐ๐˜๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ, ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฒ๐˜…๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ผ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜€๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ณ, ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ฒ'๐˜€ ๐—ธ๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ธ ๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜„. โ™ก โ”€โ”€ โ”€โ”€ ๏น™๐ŸŒธ๏นš โ”€โ”€ โ”€โ”€ โ™ก
๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜‚๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป, ๐—ฎ ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐˜€๐—ด๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฐ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ ๐—ธ๐—ถ๐—น๐—น๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜ ๐˜€๐˜†๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€, ๐—ฎ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐—พ๐˜‚๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—ป. ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ฎ๐—ด๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐˜† ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—บ๐—ฒ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ถ๐˜'๐˜€ ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜€๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ๐˜€, ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—บ๐—ฝ๐—น๐˜† ๐—ฒ๐˜…๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐—ถ๐—ณ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ท๐—ผ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—บ๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐—ผ๐˜„ ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—พ๐˜‚๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐˜๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜€. ๐—œ๐—ณ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ฎ ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ป. ๐—ช๐—ถ๐—น๐—น ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚ ๐—ท๐—ผ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ฝ ๐˜‚๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ฑ๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐—ฎ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ? ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐˜†๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ข๐—ณ๐—ณ -๐— ๐—Ÿ๐—ซ โ•ฐโ•ฎ๊’ฐโ™ก๊’ฑ๏น•๐—ซ๐—ข๐—ซ๐—ข !!~
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Kyungsoo se detiene un segundo mรกs de lo necesario para mirar su rostro a travรฉs de ese frรกgil cristal que les separa, sus labios se curvan en una sonrisa discreta que (para los ojos conocedores) comunica mรกs de lo que aparenta, y el suave suspiro que se le escapa al verle reรญr, aรบn si aquella broma jamรกs serรก escuchada por sus oรญdos, no hace mรกs que dejarle en evidencia. ใ…คใ…คใ…ค Ese pequeรฑo enamoramiento, ese silencioso deseo, no traerรก consigo algo positivo para รฉl. Lo sabe, por supuesto. Kyungsoo reconoce el escalofrรญo de emociรณn ante la idea de un acercamiento mรกs directo, saborea las palabras no dichas, piensa en los momentos que podrรญan crear juntos si se atraviese a cerrar esa brecha entre ambos y prometer... Prometer y asegurarle, que estarรญa dispuesto a seguirle en cada una de sus descabelladas ideas, a construir juntos un futuro en donde pudieran ver las estrellas todas las noches y hablar de cosas triviales por las maรฑanas, o ponerse serios al tratar temas importantes sรณlo para despuรฉs estallar en carcajadas. ใ…คใ…คใ…ค La vida serรญa mรกs sencilla, si tan sรณlo tuviera el valor suficiente para ser mรกs claro, para aprovechar las oportunidades que le han obsequiado y se decidiera finalmente a dejar de compartir sรณlo susurros amistosos y roces furtivos cada vez que se encuentran por los pasillos, si caminase ese paso extra para tomar su mano antes de permitir que se aleje demasiado tras una de sus despedidas. ใ…คใ…คใ…ค Si pudiera besarle y dejar de fantasear. Si pudiera sostenerle entre sus brazos, permitirse sentir, y disfrutar de la pasiรณn efรญmera oculta en un contacto inesperado, Kyungsoo sabe que podrรญa morir feliz al instante siguiente (incluso si se obligarรญa a existir por muchos aรฑos, si pudiera ser correspondido).
ใ…คใ…คใ…ค ใ…คใ…คใ…ค ใ…คใ…คใ…ค ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€***ใ€€ ใ…คใ…คใ…ค
En otro universo, Kyungsoo no se hubiera encontrado con ese indiscreto acercamiento al salir de su ensoรฑaciรณn, con ese abrazo cariรฑoso, con esas mejillas ruborizadas y labios contentos. En otro universo, Kyungsoo podrรญa haber sido feliz. Pero ya no tiene sentido pensar en el maรฑana. ใ…คใ…ค ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ€€ ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€ใ€€๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜‚๐—ฒ๐—ฑ ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค ใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…คใ…ค
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๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐“‹๐’พ๐’ท๐“‡๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐‘’ ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’น๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‚๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰, ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’น๐’พ๐“ˆ๐“…๐’ถ๐’พ๐“‡ ๐“ˆ๐“Š๐“‡๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐’น๐“ˆ, ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐‘”๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“‰๐’พ๐“ˆ๐“‚ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“…๐“‡๐‘’๐“ˆ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘’ ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‹๐‘’๐“๐‘œ๐“…๐“ˆ, ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’พ๐’ธ ๐’ท๐‘’๐’ถ๐“Š๐“‰๐“Ž ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“ˆ๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“‡๐“‚ ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น๐“ˆ ๐“‡๐‘’๐“‹๐’พ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“๐’พ๐“๐‘’๐“ˆ. ๐ผ๐’ป ๐ผ ๐’ธ๐‘œ๐“Š๐“๐’น ๐‘”๐’ถ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ถ๐“๐“ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‡๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“…๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘’ ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐“…๐“‡๐‘’๐’ธ๐‘’๐’น๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰๐‘’๐’น ๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‡๐’ธ๐‘’, ๐’ธ๐“๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰๐“๐“Ž ๐“Œ๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐“‡๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐“ˆ ๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐‘œ๐‘œ ๐“‚๐“Š๐’ธ๐’ฝ... ๐’ท๐“Š๐“‰ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ธ๐“๐‘œ๐’ธ๐“€ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐’พ๐’ธ๐“€๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”. ๐ผ ๐“‰๐“‡๐“Š๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‚ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ ๐’น๐‘’๐‘’๐“…๐‘’๐“‡ ๐“๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“, ๐ผ ๐’ป๐‘’๐‘’๐“ ๐“ˆ๐’ถ๐’ป๐‘’... & ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐’ถ๐“๐“ ๐’ธ๐‘œ๐“‚๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐’ป๐“‡๐‘œ๐“‚ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“ˆ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“‰๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡๐‘’๐’น ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘’๐’น๐“ˆ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“…๐’ถ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‰๐’พ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“๐“๐“Ž ๐’ท๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ท๐“Š๐“‰ ๐‘”๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“…๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” แƒ“, ๐“‚๐“Ž ๐‘œ๐“Œ๐“ƒ. ๐’ฏ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐“…๐‘’๐“๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ˆ ๐’ฝ๐“Š๐“‡๐“‰ ๐’ป๐’พ๐“๐“๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐‘’๐“Ž๐‘’, ๐“…๐“‡๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ˆ๐“Š๐“‡๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ท๐‘œ๐’น๐“Ž, ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐’พ๐“๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐“‡๐‘œ๐’ถ๐“‰. ๐’ช๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡. ๐ผ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“‡๐‘’๐“‚๐‘’๐“‚๐’ท๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’พ๐“‰ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘œ๐’น, ๐“Ž๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡๐“ƒ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐’ถ๐’ธ๐’ธ๐‘’๐“…๐“‰๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’พ๐“‰... ๐ผ'๐“‚ ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“‰ ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ๐“Š๐“๐“‰๐‘’๐’น, ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“‰ ๐’ท๐‘’๐“‰๐“‡๐’ถ๐“Ž๐‘’๐’น. ๐“˜ ๐“ช๐“ถ ๐“ผ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ป๐”‚.
#Aoi Takumi#blog#my audio#NEOWIZ#ROUND8 STUDIO#Lies Of P 2023#Lies Of P#2023#game#NG+#Winter Holiday Edition#license version#v.5#PC#Geppetto#if you stop dreaming...#/#[๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—ณ๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ *๐˜€๐—ถ๐˜…*] the -final round- of personal observations [extended / ๐•ก. ๐• ๐•Ÿ๐•–]:#๐Ÿ™. the protagonist's -voicelessness- is consequential โ†ฌ it allows -speaking to the developers- in a -special language-#๐Ÿš. the moment Geppetto's Puppet wakes up ~ he ๐•ค๐•ฅ๐•’๐•ฃ๐•ฅ๐•ค functioning and -absorbing the reality- as a ๐“Ÿ-puppet *๐Ÿฒ.๐Ÿญ๐Ÿญ.๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฏ.*#[๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฎ๐˜€ -๐—–๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ผ ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฎ ๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐˜'๐˜€ ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐˜†- ๐—ผ๐—ฟ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—ฝ๐—ฝ๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—–๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—น๐—ผ'๐˜€ -๐˜ƒ๐—ถ๐—ฎ๐—ฏ๐—น๐—ฒ- ๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฒ๐˜€]#โ„™.๐•Š. that is why the encounters [๐“–/๐“Ÿ & ๐“–/๐“’] are so -energetically contrasting- *๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฒ.๐Ÿญ๐Ÿญ.๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฏ.*#๐Ÿ›. the yellow Lilies literaly symbolize a -token of gratitude- [attention] from โ„๐Ÿ ๐•Š [through ๐“Ÿ] to the ๐“’/๐“ก friendship#โ„™.๐•Š. ๐“Ÿ is like a watcher both forging his path x participating in Carlo's indirectly [...] -describing- his memories#for the same reason ~ the boy brings the painting back to his Father / he [as ๐“Ÿ] understands its importance to the man / *๐Ÿณ.๐Ÿญ๐Ÿฎ.๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฏ.*#๐Ÿœ. the distinction between the Creator reffering to ๐“Ÿ as [the] ๐“Ÿ and him referring to ๐“Ÿ as Carlo is appreciable#๐Ÿ. the -dominant idea- [emphasis] in the Creator's -rash statements- during the boss fight is not -๐“ถ๐“ฎ๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฒ๐“ฎ๐“ผ- [...]#but -๐“ป๐“ฎ๐“ช๐“ต-/-๐“ฑ๐“พ๐“ถ๐“ช๐“ท- *๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฎ.๐Ÿญ๐Ÿญ.๐Ÿฎ๐Ÿฏ.*#*๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜‚๐—ฒ๐—ฑ*
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๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜š๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ตย 
๐—ช๐—ฒ๐—ฑ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜€๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜†
โ€œOh. My. God. Stop trying to take the credit! If Jeffโ€™s cleric hadnโ€™t been there weโ€™d all be dead right now and you know it!โ€ย 
โ€œCmon! I was the one that-โ€
Mike and Lucas are bickering while everyone else is tidying up their things and listening amusedly at them at the end of a Hellfire session in the Wheelerโ€™s basement, and normally Dustin would be all up in their businesses, but heโ€™s been pretty distracted today.
He can't stop thinking about his conversation with Steve the day before.
He had been made to swear secrecy but still, it was such a huge deal!
There has to be something he can do.
And he knows, heโ€™s super sure, Eddie likes Steve back! Heโ€™s known for a while actually, when Eddie first came out to them, Dustin immediately noticed the way he looked at Steve, and now that he knows Steve likes him back?!
Oh, it could be so good! They could actually date! His two favorite people, how cool would that be?
But Steve was pretty adamant about not saying anything, he doesn't think Eddie likes him back and he doesnโ€™t believe either him or Robin.
Dustin doesn't get it, why is it so hard for Steve to believe them? He's like the perfect guy, who wouldn't want to date him? Didnโ€™t he used to be super popular in high school? Why does he think so little of himself? It's actually kind of infuriating. He needs to find a way to make Steve believe him, to prove that Eddie likes him back.
He needs evidence.
โ€œYou okay dude?โ€ Eddie scares the shit out of him by clasping a hand on his shoulder. He looks around and notices everyone else has already gone upstairs.ย 
โ€œYeah, yeah, sorry. Iโ€™ll be right there,โ€ he answers reassuringly and starts quickly putting his things away as Eddie nods and starts walking upstairs.
Heโ€™s about to follow, but something catches his eye as heโ€™s about to leave. Itโ€™s a sheet of paper, that he grabs and looks at curiously. Itโ€™s a character sheet, and he recognizes Eddieโ€™s handwriting on it so he opens his mouth to call for him but then he sees something that makes him stop.
Holy shit! This is exactly what he needs!
He grabs the paper and puts it with his things, he needs to show this to Steve as soon as possible!
๐˜๐—ผ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ ๐—ฐ๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐˜‚๐—ฒ๐—ฑ
part 1: โค๏ธ
part 2: ๐Ÿงก
part 3:ย ๐Ÿ’›ย 
part 4: ๐Ÿ’š ย 
part 5:ย ๐Ÿ’™
part 6:ย ๐Ÿ’œย ย 
part 7:ย ๐Ÿ’—ย ย 
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