daily_days | № 3 ~the Dating Sim meme~

Feliciano gives him a long, puzzled look. Very, very slowly, he scrunches up his nose. He taps his brush against his nose again, though this time with the wooden end. He doesn't want to have his nose scrubbed again. "You're really, really weird. And you get upset about weird things. And you yell a lot."

He purses his lips. "But I like you anyway."

> Feel humiliated
> Sulk some more
> Time for a tactical retreat

>> Feel humiliated.

He proceeds to hang his head and whine loudly, before falling only his side comically and curling up into a ball to whine some more. Yes, this is what being productive is all about.

Feliciano watches with wide eyes, for a while just plain unable to decide what he should think of that display.

A soft giggle escapes him, then a louder one, hastily hidden by an obviously faked coughing fit. He pouts a bit at his own lack of acting skills and gives up, giggling loudly as he kneels next to you and pokes your side.

"Now you're haha-funny, too!"

> Smack him
> Kiss him
> Think of something better to shut him up

>> Smack him

He looks up in complete distaste and sits up sharply to slap him... and then freezes. Because sitting up with Feli right next to him got their heads closer together than he'd like. So he just... glares, with his eyes darting over Feli's face and trying to judge exactly how much space there is between them. Not much. Little enough that he's frozen with no chance of snapping out of it alone.

Well, Feliciano is no help at all. He simply sits there, blinking and staring and blinking some more. No, wait, he manages an intrigued gentle coo, too. He purses his lips for that coo and tilts his head the tiniest bit to the left, accidentally tilting it slightly forward as well, bringing their faces yet closer together.

"You have pretty eyes."

> What the hell?!
> Thanks
> This is too weird for words

>> This is too weird for words.

He remains frozen, staring back at Feli and slowly starting to shiver. The words fall on deaf ears... well, almost. The word "pretty" makes it into his head, and slowly his glare returns, wordlessly, with nothing to say that he can think of.

Very, very slowly, Feli becomes aware of the returning glare. "Eep!" He flinches and loses his balance, toppling backwards right onto his ass. There he sits, legs in the air and mouth agape, looking very startled and just as dumb.

> Laugh at him
> Be disgusted
> Be flustered

>> Laugh at him.

That works for all of the zero seconds where he isn't painfully aware of Feli's compromising position.

>> Be flustered.

His knees slide over to hide his face, which is quickly turning red, and his arms wrap around his head so that there's no chance Feli can see that shade on his face. Nope nope nope get him out he hates this.

There's no laughter. No mockery, either. When that realization seeps into his brain he eyes you curiously, only to realize your odd position. He sits up again, on his knees this time, and leans in close as if getting a closer look would provide him with an explanation. "Ve? What are you doing?" And why, the unspoken question remains.

> You don't need to explain anything
> This is frustrating
> Ignore him

>> Ignore him.

Lovi is too busy hiding to do anything useful.

Well, this little artist isn't going to let himself be ignored. He is good at being annoyingly persistent.

"Lovino? Lovi? Hey? Hello? Are you still in there?"

He pokes your shoulder and leans in even closer, so your foreheads nearly touch.

> "Go. Away."
> Keep ignoring him. If you hold out for another 80 years he'll die of old age.
> Fine, he's not going to go away anyway...

>> "Go. Ă̜͙͍͚̠ͦ̇ͪ̃̔w̦͚̰̣͠ͅã̢͈̓ͤ̊y̶̎̍̀́͐͛͆.̢̺͎̾ͬ"̟̯̺̯͂͊ͮ̔

W̘̫̦̱ͥ͌͛͟e͑ĺ̢̼͕̜͖͎ͨ͗͂l͙̓́ͯͨ͡ ̞̘͇̝̰̗̦ͮ͠t̤̭͕̗̼̹̩̔̾̆̃̄͐͌͘h͚̹̯͔͔ͣ͑e̘̯̠̅ͬ͑ͤ̒̏͝n͓̖̻̹͔͇̬̎̇ͧͯ̓̌.͓̠͓̲̗ͨ͆͋̓̍͊͒ ̢̜̳͖̰͙͎͗ͥỈ̻̼̰̻͚ͮt̨͈̲̖̠͓̟ ̠̬͔̽̿̚sͬ͒͌҉̰̳̩̯͔͕e̮̥͈̳e̟̟̓̂̍̔̍ͬṃș̠̖̇̍̿͌̈ͦ̏ h̷̳͉̣̀̆ͧ̋ë̮̫̘͇͖̭͙́̔͐'̲͉͇̳ͥ̾̑ͮ̓s̲͔̩͍͍̻̒ ̭̙͎̰̏̈́͐̒͞b͍̠̪̖̱ͤ͒̇͑̕r̷ͦ̓̾̍o͍̼̱̞ͧ̕k̼̺̳̙̣͛̒ͣ̓͆͝e̡̟͇̻ͩn̠̭͈̔͊̀̏ͩͣ ͖̙̻̪̟̩͉ͮ̊ͣͭͧ̓ͩt͈͗͞h͔̺͖̭̩̄ͅe͔̦̱̔̚ ̶͚̩͚ͩ̅g̛̺̭̲͓̃̉͐̂͆ͨa̲̦̖̿̍͝m͐̆̆̎e̺̼̖̹͓.̱̼̥̻̭̜͇ͨ̆͐͟

S̭̠̫̫̳̐o͇͓̥̻̮̯̊̇͠m͕͙̐ͤe͐̄̿̂ͣ͂̚ ̩̖̣ͫ̓ͥ̇̇͂̊c̸̗̟͓͕̥̿o̹͈͒͑̾m͈̮̃͒̚m͐ͦ̐̏ͪ̓ͥͅa̒ͬͦ́ͦn̬̰̟̣͙͔̑̈ͧ̈d͕̯̲̘̤̠̽̂́ choicesm̴̡͓̩̬͔̠̮̠̮͗̉̑̚a̻͎̹͌͑̕ͅy̵̟̥̣̳̪̰͇ͯ̔͛̆͛̓̍͋̊͠ ̧͓̬̻̦͊̃͆̉̓̇͠n̫̓͗̒͒̄ͧ̄̊͐o͓̭̟̖̿ͥ͆̃ͬͪt̻ͣ͋̇̿ͣ̽͌͘ w̶̓͗͌̆ͪ͐ͮͫ̏͒̌ͩͬͥͤ̋̈́͐̚҉̟̟͇̼̝̖̼̲̠̮o̸̢̥̯͙̩͙̮̪ͬ̌ͬ̾̉̍ͤͥ͂̔̇̐ͦ͛̚̕ŗ̛͖̙̗̘̽̇ͥ͗̽̀ͤ̾́́̀̾͌̉ͦ͗͋̀́͜͟k̞͙͖͉̺̩̖͔̭̙͉̰̹̲͔̻̈̏̽ͮ́ͤ̀ͮ̈́̈́͒̽ͮ̽ͨͨ́͘͢͝ ̶͕̘̳̗̗̩͍̥ͪ̈́̈͑͊̃̎̃̓ͭ̍̊̇̎ͬ́͘ȃ͍͖̬̪̞̺̼̫̩̲͓̟̤̻̘̬̺͈̬̓ͥͯ̒̄̐̃̓̅ͯ͊̔͐̂̏̆͌̉͘̕͟͡n̶̛̜̪̼̱͙̗̖̗̞̣̠̓̎ͨͮͤ̎͋̂́͟y̶̠͈̩̦̰̗͍̞͉͈̙̤̯̬̮͌ͩ̓̌ͤ̀͢͞ṁ̶̧̦̙̬̹̖̩͇͙͇̺̦̬̯̖̜͔̋͒̚ò͐̎͑͒ͮͫ̅҉̷̨̻̝͙̫̮͕͇̥̜̝̻̮̲͓͖͈͟͟r̵̰̼̗̹͉͚̹̼͖̮̜͈̪͔͙̭̒̅̍̓ͫͯͤ̂͋͂ͥ̊̄̄̅̋ͮ͠ͅę̢̡̰̗̬͈ͨ̏ͬͫ͊͋ͬ̓̑͂̏͗ͮ̆ͫ̍́̚͠.̅ͥ̄̒͑ͤͤ̐̆̈́ͥ̋̓͛̏̅̃͗̒̕҉̠̲̱̹͙̲̲̮͚̯͔

Here he goes freezing again. Even the odd curl sticking up from his head is completely and utterly still. He slowly looks up, and that makes their foreheads actually touch... and he just watches. His face is completely red, and his eyes are wide as if he's expecting Feli to turn into some hideous monster if he so much as breathes.

Well, this is a little bit too much for Feliciano's brain to deal with, he isn't used to figuring out complicated problems of the likes of Lovino. He is like one of these complex math problems that only get more convoluted if you try to solve them until you're so unsettled you don't even trust yourself to calculate 1 + 1 anymore.

In such cases, forward is the only way to go.

He tilts his head further to the side and leans closer yet.

Their lips brush, Feli freezes as he realizes what he has done.

> Proceed with meltdown
> Kiss him back
> Scream

>> Scream

That doesn't quite work either. He's still frozen solid, almost irreversably so. His lips are tingling oddly where they touch Feli's, and he's finding it almost impossible to breathe. His hands are shaking uncontrollably, and he finally has to shove them onto the ground in an attempt to still them, and hide the shaking from Feli. But the whole time he's not pulling away either, he's just... stuck. He's confused and honestly pretty scared, so it's probably better for Feli that he's not doing anything.

The realization that Lovino isn't responding seeps slowly into his mind, making Feliciano pout and falter, then pull back completely. His eyes are lowered in shame, his cheeks burn bright crimson. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have... I don' know what I was thinking." He ducks his head further and makes a sad ve sound.

> Keep pretending you're a statue
> Yell at him
> Oh wait kisses are pretty nice

>> Yell at him.

Error: Lovi's brain.

It is normal for Lovino Vargas to pretend the exact opposite of what he thinks is the truth. He leaned forward to scream in Feli's face. He grabbed Feli's shirt to shake him by it. And he's pressing their lips together because... um.... because... okay, he can't think of a reason but there's a good one somewhere.

That doesn't change the fact that he's gone far beyond over his head. He's going to drown as soon as his adrenaline/dopamine runs out, and he knows it. That's a situation that he's never handled well.

Oh wow. Well, Feliciano is utterly dumbfounded by Lovino's change of mind and he spends quite a few moments just staring at him, doing a wonderful job impersonating a statue.

But his lips are tingling in the most wonderful way and his head is feeling all light and fuzzy, just like his rapidly beating heart. He reaches out, ever so slowly, to place a hand on Lovi's shoulder. Feliciano moves his lips against Lovino's, just the tiniest bit, he's suddenly feeling almost shy, still a bit overwhelmed that this is truly, really happening.

It's happening and there are butterflies fluttering around in his stomach.

"Ve..."

> Come to your senses
> Mhm, nice kiss...

>> Come to your senses.

The noise is like a third person entering the room, a shock that completely kills his buzz and makes him sit up straight and stare in shock at the other boy. Once again he's a statue made of white marble, until red slowly filters into his face and leaves him trembling with indignant rage.

"W-w-w-w-w-w...w-what the hell was that!?"

Feliciano watches the progress of the blush with slight worry. He huffs. "That was a kiss," he says pointedly. "Don't say you didn't like it, you did!"

> Explode with rage
> Implode with humiliation
> Something in-between

>> Implode with humiliation.

He reels backward with a shocked yelp, and ends up flailing on his back like an upturned turtle. Before long he forcefully sits up and glares at Feli, the pitch of his voice heightened by the humiliation. "D-damnit! Why did you do that!? Why the hell'd that happen, you idiot!?"

He can't hide the fact that the odd curl sticking up from his hair has twisted into a heart shape.

No, you can't hide that fact and Feliciano happens to notice it. His lips twitch, he gives a choked cough as he tries his hardest to hide his snicker. After a moment, a giggle makes its way past his lips anyway.

"Your hair's cute!" He coos. "And it happened because you kissed me. Ve~!"

> Be annoyed
> Be extremely annoyed
> Don't call me cute!
> Handle it with dignity

>> Handle it with dignity.

As if that will ever happen.

>> Don't call me cute!

"I'm not cute! My hair's not cute, and I didn't kiss you! I just... um.... y... j..." he flails his arms as he tries and fails to come up with an excuse.

"Ve..."

This is a very puzzling situation for Feliciano, he has never encountered a person like Lovino Vargas and it's showing. But he's trying ever so hard to be helpful.

"Maybe you fell on my lips!" he chirps.

> Hmpf!
> Don't be ridiculous
> Yeah, that's it!

>> Yeah, that's it!

"I tripped, damnit!" While sitting? Yes. Exactly. His hands start making crazy signals to illustrate his words and he begins digging his own grave. "It's not like I like you, damnit! I mean, I don't hate, you, but... n-no, wait, I do hate you! Yeah! It's your fault I tripped, you and your stupid adorable smile! I mean, wait, not adorable, stupid! Stupid stupid stupid! I hate you!"

Feli keeps smiling because that seems to be the thing to do after you have been kissed, but trying to make sense of that mix of cute flattery and uncute insults is making his head hurt something awful. He rubs his poor aching temples.

"If you hate me, does that mean you aren't going to kiss me again?" His cheeks flush a brighter red as soon as the words are out. Whoops.

> You're too stupid to live, Feli
> No, no, NOOOO!
> Let's do it and asy we didn't

About as well as can be expected, I suppose. At least he's no longer mistaken for a serial killer.

That is progress. Lovi.. please give up. XD

Nope, there's more humiliation to be had where that's coming from.

//quietly shoves Lovi back on track. There we go.

*hands you a sharp pointy stick to keep him in line*

*hums shitty 4Kids song* I didn't count on this~ for my very first kiss~

*lol*

Today I realized I can only complete LoZ dungeons quickly with help from friends.

*snickers though she wouldn't do any better*

[S] Lovi: Provide the best/worst dating sim in the history of time.

Someone better get him to read the manual!

Manual? Oh, he set that on fire using concentrated hatred ages ago.

Too bad. It had all the secrets to the universe, too.

Lovi has this chronic allergy to things that could save him. He tends to breathe fire on them.

I noticed!

Ooh I just found out we have Romano cheese. *noms*

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hands you a sharp pointy stick to keep him in line

hums shitty 4Kids song I didn't count on this~ for my very first kiss~

lol

snickers though she wouldn't do any better

Ooh I just found out we have Romano cheese. noms