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LOVE CONFESSIONS

You can't be around this person without your stomach tying up in knots or your heart skipping a beat. You know, all those cliches people use to describe that feeling of being in love with someone close to you.

You've finally decided it's time to share those feelings of yours and get them out in the open, even if it doesn't end well for you!

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1. extravagant confession. You've set up a wonderful night, planned everything down to the T to make sure it's perfect for your confession!
2. note/text. You couldn't do it face to face, so you send a note or a text instead.
3. doomed. You know the other person doesn't love you or just can't be with you, but you need them to know how you feel anyway.
4. childish. You're not actually in love. You just have a childish crush on someone's close to you.
5. bittersweet. Things have all gone to hell anyway, so you might as well let everything out in the open, right?
6. in the heat of the moment. You guys are having an argument and you didn't mean to blurt out how you feel about them, but... oops.
7. serious. You're dead serious about this person, no doubt in your mind, and it's time to tell them.
8. a lie. You don't really love this person, but you're forced to play along either for their sake or because someone is forcing you to.
9. drunk confession. You're not in your right mind, either from drugs or alcohol, and you just let it all hang out about how you feel about this person.
10. lust confession. You don't love them exactly, you just want their body.
11. still in love. You were together once before and broke up for some reason, but you still love this person and they have to know it.
12. other. miss something? Play it out anyway!

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[absolutely, she is the most collected ever] It's your house, so I suppose that you can choose.

[oh of course] And you are the guest, whom I made the offer of stargazing for. I really must insist.

[she turns to level the most solemn gaze ever at him] I really don't care so long as I go outside.

[he nods, stepping over a bit to put on his slippers. and to grab those reading glasses he barely(if at all) needs.] Very well then.

[she tugs on him a little to prompt him to gooooo already] Why are you taking those? All they do is make you look like a asshole.

[jeez rose have some patience] Habit, I suppose?

[no she wants to go noooooow] They won't help you outside.

[what are you five] No, but I would prefer to carry them regardless.

But you look like a librarian when you wear them. [no she is an adult. an adult who is swinging her arms a little bit now.]

And not even the sexy sort of librarian that people roleplay as in fetish play. You're more of the bitter librarian who hounds patrons over library books overdue by a single day.

And is that meant to reflect poorly on my looks? My word, Rose, you wound me.

[not really, but seriously start backpedaling]

I'm just saying you look better without them. You don't need anything to look attractive. [mumbled sullenly. don't do this to her David, she's not emotionally adept enough atm to handle this]

[fine, fine. have a hug and a quick kiss. that should make it okay. after that, though...]

Shall we be off?

Finally. [yes come on let's goooooooo]

[all right all right come on we're walking]

[fuck yes we are. she's humming lightly to herself in contentment as they go.]

[around the corner, across the hall, and...here. balcony! he uncovers the telescope, sitting down near it.]

You were right, it is beautiful out tonight.

[she follows him on the ground soon after, as it's a lot more stable than staying upright. her gaze immediately turns upwards to the sky.]

Isn't it? I was so surprised, we don't usually get nights as clear as this one.

[He tilts the telescope her way, giving a light little smirk.]

Care to give it a try, then?

You're talking as if I've never used a telescope before. [but she takes him up on the offer, carefully arranging herself to look through it. it's a lot more work than you'd think in this state.]

I hardly expected it to be particularly easy for you as you are now, either. Which I seem to have been right about. [yep]

I'm working it just fine. [huff] But you're certainly wrong if you think I'm letting you have a turn now.

I meant more the finagling it required for you to get into position.

There's nothing wrong with finagling. Finagling is a perfectly acceptable method of viewing the stars. Finagling functions finely. [she seems rather taken with the word finagle, hence the mumbling which occurs after her first sentence]

I believe I'm the one affected with an admiration of alliteration, generally... [oh god Rose stop being so cute this is unacceptable]

Alliteration's always appealing, albeit architecturally annoying. [no she won't because this is a word game and she fucking loves word games] Anyone can admire it, anyway.