Week 7

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Well this is all starting to feel incredibly routine. After being trapped here for a month and a half with no sign of rescue, maybe you have just resigned to the idea that you'll never leave this place and that people will keep dying until none of you're are left.

Truthfully, I can't even pretend to make an optimistic about any of this. it's a dark and horrid world you all live in.

There are no new floors today. It seems you finally have access to the whole mansion.

15 people remain]

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Comments

[upgradeit]

You - your stitching looks like a baby did it. [That doesn't even make sense, but he can't??? Say something genuine??? FEELINGS???? HIRO DOESN'T KNOW HER.] But it's nice, I guess.

[nachosquire]

[WOW]

Even when we're dating I can't get a compliment from you, huh?

[Marco says that teasingly though, because he knows by now that Hiro's just bark and no bite.]

[upgradeit]

I'm saving it for when you really deserve it.

[Listen, if they ever get married Marco's going to make a huge, sappy speech and Hiro's going to be trying to climb out a window to avoid feelings like Rosa on B99.]

[nachosquire]

[marco: --and i will love you till the end of time
hiro: cool]

Can I at least get a hug for a good effort? Even though it looks like a baby made it?

[Marco holds his arms out, looking at Hiro expectantly.]

[upgradeit]

[Hiro sets the suit aside on his bed and steps into Marco's arm. Care and feeding of your Hiro includes Many Hugs. He is, by the way, wearing the sweater Mabel made him.]

Do you think you could, like, hem some pants? [He sure got that Hans suit out of the machine and can't wear it because it's Huge on him.] Since you're, like, a super seam . . . ster? Or whatever now.

[nachosquire]

[Marco gladly wraps Hiro up in a big ol' hug, his arms around his chest so he can just casually rest his chin on Hiro's shoulder.]

Hemming is like... making something shorter, right?

[upgradeit]

Yeah. I got these pants out of the machine and they're like a foot too long for me. [Seriously. How is Hans McAssholeface so tall.] I can't really sew, so like. Basically I just want some other wearable pants.

[nachosquire]

I.... could probably do that for you, yeah.

[jumpcut to the bottom of the pants folded up to like the knees and stapled there]

Or at the very least I could get Miss Leia to do it. [She's Magical with those sewing machines.]

Speaking of clothes though I was kinda wondering... like I mean, this is totally cheesy and I expect you to call me stupid for suggesting it in the first place.

[Marco pulls away from their hug, his cheeks a little tiny pink and he sheepishly brings a hand up to mess with one of the drawstrings on his hoodie as he talks.]

But you know how, like... couples will share clothes sometimes or whatever? And how we both have hoodies?

[see where he goin with this]

[upgradeit]

[Hiro grins.]

Marco Diaz, are you asking to switch hoodies with me?

[nachosquire]

.....yes.

[Oh no. Oh no he's going to get teased relentlessly isn't he?]

Yes I am.

[upgradeit]

[Hiro sing-songs:]

Marco wants to switch hoodies~ [He loves this. This is great.] It's too bad you don't have a letterman jacket. This could be all symbolic, like in the movies.

[nachosquire]

[oh my god this was a mistake]

Ooookay. I'm leaving.

[Marco makes a b-line for the door he doesn't need to take this---]

[upgradeit]

Noooooooo. [Hiro catches the back of Marco's hoodie.] Marcoooooooo. I was just kidding! I'll wear your letterman hoodie.

[nachosquire]

No way, you're just gonna pick on me about it even if you do wear ittttt!

[Marco whines that at Hiro, but he does stop because he doesn't want to choke himself or something.]

[upgradeit]

Marcooooooo. [Hiro wraps his arms around Marco from behind.] Let me wear your hooodieeeeee.

[nachosquire]

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

[Marco holds his breath for a moment, wanting to say no but goddammit.... he's hugging him and being cute there's no way he can do that now.]

Mmmmmmmmfine. You can wear it but promise you'll give me a quick and merciful death instead of roasting me about it for weeks.