How to Play. 1. Top levels are for info, you know that. 2. Your character then learns what the community at large thinks they deserve, good and bad, since they'll tell them to their face.
One evening after some shit's gone down, in a future either surprisingly distant or not too far-off at all — after they've traded the messier secrets, maybe, or just seen more of each other when the music's on pause and the bloom is off the (graveside) rose and there's not much to fucking giggle about — she'll stop by his place.
('Cause she has the keys, right? Even if it's just to feed Malenkiy, which of course is its own mark of confidence, you better believe.)
She'll stop by, and she'll find a couple sketches on his worktable. Nothing fancy or friggin' nude, he's not gonna put Jack Dawson out of business, here, but he's managed to capture the whiptail motion of her braids, wound with petals too lush, too spiky to be cutesy. These are flower-strewn braids that take you out at the kneecaps, if need be.
Across the paper underneath run two lines, written in Fet's (weirdly neat!) hand:
You deserve the deepest of cover You belong in that home by and by
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