Superhell: Zelgadis

[polyglotti]

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[hardrocklife]

[...


that smile widens -- he looks determined, now.]

Yeah. I won't accept any other outcome.

[polyglotti]

[Oh hello, she likes that determination.]

Right! I mean, I have a house here as a backup if things go wrong, but I'd rather not stay here.

[hardrocklife]

You have a house?

[He's a little surprised, even though perhaps he shouldn't be. They've been living somewhere, of course.]

[polyglotti]

Yeah! Come on, I'll show you.

[She hops down from her bench there and just. Automatically takes his hand, like it's the most natural thing to do.

She'll be leading him back to the ferry though, because her house is on the animal crossing island.]

[hardrocklife]

[that's okay, he seems fine with getting led around like this.

he does give her a sort of questioning look when the island comes into view, but he'll keep following where she leads him.]

[polyglotti]

[I see. Tuuri is the top.

She'll lead him over to the cluster of houses, and to one pink house in particular.]

There's no locks on the doors, so it's not complete privacy, but it works for now.

[Yeah she does not plan on staying in hell forever. This is a 'for now' setup.

The whole house is one big room. There's a bed off to one side and a couple chairs closer to the door, but most of the room is bookshelves full of books.]

[hardrocklife]

[he looks around thoughtfully...]

It looks nice. Better than mine did...

[polyglotti]

You ended up with a house too?

[hardrocklife]

Uh--

... No. Had one temporarily. In what was probably a fake memory.

[polyglotti]

[Oh yeah. That one where nobody realized Zel had fake memories and was living as a normal person in animal town.

Um.]

Oh yeah. That time.

[hardrocklife]

That time. Yeah...

[Week 3 was a million years ago.

Anyway, he goes up to a bookshelf to look at the books and see what's there. Or really, to check if they're even real books, or just decorations.]

[polyglotti]

[It's all one big piece. The books are attached to the bookshelf.]

Yeah, I was debating what to do with that. It wouldn't be too hard to make it into an actual bookshelf, I think.

[hardrocklife]

Guess that figures, for this place...

Not sure it's worth the effort if you're leaving soon, though.

[polyglotti]

Yeah. I guess that's something to do if we get stuck here.

[hardrocklife]

We won't. We'll get out of here.

[polyglotti]

...yeah. We will.

[She truly wants to believe that too.]

Until then, want to stay here with me?

[hardrocklife]

... If you're okay with that...

[polyglotti]

[She makes a little 'pfffff' noise.]

Of course I'm okay with it. Or do I need to kiss you again to get the point across?

[hardrocklife]

It might help.

[polyglotti]

Well, come here then.

[She is not on the bench anymore. He's going to have to lean down for kisses, even with Tuuri on her tippy-toes. She's at least patient enough to not grab him and tug him down to kissing height.]

[hardrocklife]

[all right, he'll lean in, putting a hand on the back of her shoulder, as if to pull her in a little closer.]

[polyglotti]

[Once he's close enough Tuuri is going to reach her arms up to go around his shoulders and keep him down where she can reach while she presses her lips to his.]

[hardrocklife]

[well, this time he'll manage to be less awkward, and actually lean into it and kiss her back.

after a few moments, he pulls away slowly.]

I'll get my things.

[polyglotti]

[She's a little sad to let him go after being apart for so long, but she does and she steps back.]

Okay. I'll clear up some space for you here.

[One of the shelves will be traded out with an empty one by the time Zel returns, so he has a spot for his stuff.]

[hardrocklife]

[when he comes back, she gets to see the things he's brought:

- very little clothes.
- a guitar case, with a guitar
- some books. Go The F**k To Sleep is among them.
- an ironic blanket
- a pink bracelet with a glass ornament
- a 😈-stamped box that has been heavily sealed with many layers of duct tape and has DO NOT OPEN written on it in marker.

he puts these on the shelf but gives a lingering, uncertain look at the last thing.]