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NiallNIP · 01-27-2021, 05:48 AM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

Kinsay James? Completely misreading a situation? More likely than you think.

"Sometimes I get scared too even though Gryffindors are supposed to be brave," she didn't know why she was telling him this, but it felt important to share. Maybe incase he felt embarrassed. Being embarrassed was one of the worst kinds of feelings and if roles were reversed, Kinsay would've hated feeling that way. So she tried to give him another reassuring look. The best way to conquer a fear was to go face to face with it, that's what people typically said anyway. And it helped when you go to face it with someone else, so Kizzy was glad she could be here with him to help.

She wrapped her gooey pink around his clean one and gave it a firm shake. "I'd never break a pinky promise. Those are sacred." They had a magic of their own, did he know? She felt like it needed saying just in case.

Letting go of his pinky now, Kizzy extended her other hand (with slug) to give to him. "I think it's a baby one because it's so small." Which meant that hopefully Quinn would be doubly unafraid to touch it. She looked up at him expectantly.

Oh, Quinn felt really bad now. She was really being so nice, wasn't she? And here he was, just wanting to absolutely die. He nodded at her comment, trying to do his best impression of a scared-but-now-consoled person. Was it working? He hoped it was working.

Quinn winced as he felt her pinky tighten, the slime squishing between them even more. He nodded. Quinn did know about the sacredness of pinky-promises—he made one with Atlas at the beginning of the term. That was such a nice moment between them, and it honestly cemented their friendship. This felt like some sick reimagining of that moment, making pinky promises all around disgusting. Quinn thought to separate it by hands: this pinky, his left pinky, would only be used for those pinky promises he didn't mean. Slippery slug slime promises, this pinky. Other pinky, his right pinky, would be used for the good pinky promises. The Atlas pinky promises.

When Kinsay held out the slug to him, Quinn eyed it warily. He really really really really didn't want to touch it. But sacrifices must be made. He held up his already slime-covered pinky and gingerly brushed the slug along its back.

Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew

"V-very nice baby slug..." he forced out, stopping his pets. He held his gooey pinky out, not wanting it to touch the rest of his hand. He had done it now, very well, and he didn't have to touch another slug ever again. Quinn forced a smile. "Thanks, Kinsay, you... really helped..."

01-27-2021, 05:48 AM	#15 (permalink)
NiallNIP DERP Jarvey Join Date: Dec 2020 Location: Los Angeles!!!! Posts: 521 Hogwarts RPG Name: Maddox Robicheaux Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Felicity Morose Hufflepuff Fourth Year	The Gay Agenda™< >Homiesexual uwu Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack Kinsay James? Completely misreading a situation? More likely than you think. "Sometimes I get scared too even though Gryffindors are supposed to be brave," she didn't know why she was telling him this, but it felt important to share. Maybe incase he felt embarrassed. Being embarrassed was one of the worst kinds of feelings and if roles were reversed, Kinsay would've hated feeling that way. So she tried to give him another reassuring look. The best way to conquer a fear was to go face to face with it, that's what people typically said anyway. And it helped when you go to face it with someone else, so Kizzy was glad she could be here with him to help. She wrapped her gooey pink around his clean one and gave it a firm shake. "I'd never break a pinky promise. Those are sacred." They had a magic of their own, did he know? She felt like it needed saying just in case. Letting go of his pinky now, Kizzy extended her other hand (with slug) to give to him. "I think it's a baby one because it's so small." Which meant that hopefully Quinn would be doubly unafraid to touch it. She looked up at him expectantly. Oh, Quinn felt really bad now. She was really being so nice, wasn't she? And here he was, just wanting to absolutely die. He nodded at her comment, trying to do his best impression of a scared-but-now-consoled person. Was it working? He hoped it was working. Quinn winced as he felt her pinky tighten, the slime squishing between them even more. He nodded. Quinn did know about the sacredness of pinky-promises—he made one with Atlas at the beginning of the term. That was such a nice moment between them, and it honestly cemented their friendship. This felt like some sick reimagining of that moment, making pinky promises all around disgusting. Quinn thought to separate it by hands: this pinky, his left pinky, would only be used for those pinky promises he didn't mean. Slippery slug slime promises, this pinky. Other pinky, his right pinky, would be used for the good pinky promises. The Atlas pinky promises. When Kinsay held out the slug to him, Quinn eyed it warily. He really really really really didn't want to touch it. But sacrifices must be made. He held up his already slime-covered pinky and gingerly brushed the slug along its back. Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew "V-very nice baby slug..." he forced out, stopping his pets. He held his gooey pinky out, not wanting it to touch the rest of his hand. He had done it now, very well, and he didn't have to touch another slug ever again. Quinn forced a smile. "Thanks, Kinsay, you... really helped..."