№ 3 ~the Dating Sim meme~

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THE DATING SIM MEME
"I must return to my people with the spoils of war, lay my bloodied sword at the feet of my great king,
and celebrate my conquest of all the lands from here to distant Macedonia!"

Congratulations, you're stuck in a dating sim. Hilarious text options pop up out of thin air after every question
and trigger phrase, and you can't feel creeped out by it. You better choose the right answers or...well you know what will happen.

♥Your character is the protagonist of their thread.♥
♥Each responding character will supply a list of two to four options for them to choose from.♥
♥???♥
♥Jam it in? ...or not. It's entirely up to you.♥

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[morethanpasta]

The next time you glance at him you meet the boy's eyes. You realize he has been sneaking glances at you, too. He smiles at you and coos, "ve!".

> Talk to him.
> Go back to ignoring him.

[tenfaced]

>>Talk to him
"Thats a cute painting." Amai smiles looking at the kitten. "I like cats too."

[morethanpasta]

The boy's eyes light up. "Uwah! You like them, too? I like to play with them and cuddle them... and I like to paint them, of course. They'll never sit still to let me paint them unless they're sleeping, though." His lips purse into a pout at that.

> Offer your help.
> Ask him for his name.
> Go back to drawing.
> Show him your drawing.

[tenfaced]

>>Offer help
"My cat is really lazy. She is practically a rag doll. You could probably paint her." Amai smiles again. She shifts on her stool so she can face him.

[morethanpasta]

"Ve~! You're so nice! I would really, really like to paint your cat!" He puts down the paintbrush and leans towards you to hug you.

> Hug him.
> Ward off the hug nicely.
> Tell him not to touch you.

[tenfaced]

>Hug him
Amai hadn't received affection like this for a while. The closest she had gotten was a pat on the head. Her parents were always very busy and weren't all that fond of having a child with MPD.
"Thanks. I'm sure she wouldn't mind being painted seeing as how she has nothing better to do."

[morethanpasta]

"We are going to have so much fun together!" He gives you another brilliant smile as he pulls away from the hug. "Would you like to meet me after school?"

> I'm sorry, I can't.
> Yes!
> Maybe.

[(Anonymous)]

>>Yes!
Amai continued smiling. Never had she been asked to hang out. "I would love to! I never have anything after school to do so sure~!" She turned around and began placing her things back into her bag. She then left, forgetting her notebook in her excitement.

[tenfaced]

((OOC Sorry! I accidentally hit the anon button ^^;))

[morethanpasta]

(Hehe, no problem :))


You are walking through the hallways of the school after your last lesson when you realize that you didn't get the boy's phone number or address, you don't even know his name.

> Ask around if anyone knows him.
> Search for him.
> Go home, you will try to find him tomorrow.

[tenfaced]

>>Search for him
"Damn it!!" Amai mumbled, searching for the cute boy. In her rush, she didn't notice a pile of books on the ground and tripped, scraping her knees on the floor. "Ow." She whispered.

[morethanpasta]

"Amali! Are you hurt, Amai?"

And there he was, running up to you waving his arms frantically as if he could shoo away the pain.

> Ask him how he knows your name
> No, you aren't hurt
> You've hurt yourself

[tenfaced]

>>No, you aren't hurt.
"No, I'm fine." Amai lies. She is about to open her mouth again when she see's her pills roll across the ground. "Oh SHIT!" She shouts, crawling towards them quickly, but stops dead when somebody steps on them. "M-my.." She crawls back to where the boy is the places her head in her hands. If she doesn't take those pills soon...

[morethanpasta]

The boy watched you anxiously, nursing his bottom lip and making nervous little "ve" sounds. "Can I help? Is there anything I can do? You are sick, aren't you? And now you lost your medicine, I'm sorry!"

> Reassure him
> Tell him the truth

[tenfaced]

>>tell him the truth.
There was no was she coulnd lie to him. "S-sort of. I have Multiple personality disorder. It means that sometimes, I won't be Amai sometimes. I could be mean or super nice or sad and I wouldn't even mean to . That is part of my sickness." She said, trying not to use big words to confuse him. "Those pills are to make sure that I don't become.. out of character, I guess you could say. And if I dont take them soon, things could get w bit messy."

[morethanpasta]

"Oh."

He thinks long and hard about that. "But your pills are crushed now! Do you have anymore in your locker or at home? I'll take you home if you like and I'll make sure you don't run off or do anything funny!"

> "Thanks, but no thanks"
> "Thanks, I'd like that"
> No
> You'll think about it

[tenfaced]

>>think about it.
"I will think about it. I don't want your feelings to be hurt or for you to be too worried about me." Amai sighs.

[morethanpasta]

"I will be more worried if you go home alone! Then I'll keep worrying until I see you at school tomorrow and I'll feel guilty that I didn't change your mind!"

He realizes belatedly that he holds something in his hand. For a moment, he stares dumbly at it, then his face lights up and he thrusts your notebook at you. "You forgot this in the art room! That's how I learnt your name. I'm Feliciano."

> Thank him
> Well, alright, he may take you home
> Thanks, but you'll go home alone anyway

[tenfaced]

>>Well, alright, he may take you home.
Amai takes the notebook with a slight blush. "Thanks Feliciano." She puts it in her bag and turns back to him. "Okay. I guess you can take me home."

[morethanpasta]

"Ve~!" He smiles brightly and offers his hand to you, palm up. "Come on, you can hold my hand on the way home! I won't let you run off or do anything funny!"

> Take his hand
> No, you will be fine without holding his hand

[tenfaced]

>> Take his hand
By now, even though they had only known eachother for a couple hours, she was used to Feliciano and his kind silly ways. So taking his hand really didn't feel startling or new. Instead, it felt comforting, like a warm blanket. Someone wanted to help her despite her issue. That was the best thing she had ever gotten. "Thank you again Feliciano."

[morethanpasta]

"You don't have to thank me," he says earnestly, "it's not like I'm doing anything awful for you. I get to take a pretty girl home and I get to enjoy your company! I like spending with you." After a moment of thinking, he notes, "And You said I could paint your cat! Are you going to let me paint you, too?"

> Yes
> No
> Maybe

[tenfaced]

>>Maybe"I'm photo shy... So maybe." Amai says. "And you are doing something big. To me its big anyways."

[morethanpasta]

"Ve..." He blushes and squeezes her hand, giving her a small smile.

Feliciano hums to himself as they walk home. After a while, he asks, "Are you still feeling alright? Promise to tell me if you're feeling funny."

> I'm fine
> If you're asking...
> No, I'm not alright

[tenfaced]

"I'm fine! I mean, if you count being a bitch with Multiple personality disorder being dragged around by some peanut-brained Italian." Amai snapped. There is was. Her MPD was beginning to kick in. She needed her pills.