> wanted to make something silly! this came out

> add a gambling scene > actually i have no clue maybe do a carnival adventure

…Might’ve broken something.

It’s happened before, ha…

…sometimes it just happens.

Ah, not exactly…?

A bit, considering I think my legs are about to give out.

Nono! I’ll be fine!… probably.

* He shrieks and flails initially after being picked up, before settling down, reluctantly sighing. …I dunno actually. Anywhere not here, preferably with something to rest on? Not that resting on you isn’t comfortable ‘n all.

> I WOULD THINK HE WAS LIKE. JUST SITTING ON HIS PORCH PEACEFULLY LIKE AN OLD PERSON IN A CARTOON TRYING TO CLEAN HIS FLINTLOCK * He leaned into him as he held him closer, eyes narrowing in thought. That works… Funny you always happen to be around here.

> mafioso in the corner of chances room at 4am: * As he was set down, he sat up quickly, making an immediate effort to hold onto Mafioso’s arm, not planning to let him leave immediately if he even attempted to do so. What, you stick around specifically around here ‘just incase?’

* He hesitates for a moment, his grip tightening slightly, before yanking the quite larger person onto the couch beside him. …Then maybe you should stay for a bit!

> woahWOOOAAAHHHHH /POS * He froze as he leaned closer, face flushing as he took a moment to comprehend what he’d said before scrambling to lean back and away on the couch. Since when did you call me that?-

> IT CAUGHT ME OFFGUARD I POINTED AT THE SCREEN …Quite the contrary.

…It was out of the blue, alright? * He barely inched closer, sitting down next to the other as he spared a moment to get into a position that wouldn’t hurt. His face seemed slightly more flushed than before, as he fidgeted with his fingers.

Nothing, nothing’s wrong!… * His head reflexively moved back barely any distance in comparison to Mafioso’s advance, raising his hands slightly as he nervously chuckled, a grin plastered on his face. …Hah, why do you ask?

* He stammered for a moment, though didn’t lean back as before, reaching up to readjust his sunglasses slightly as his grin ever so slightly faltered. What—what makes you say that?

I don’t know what you mean! * He leaned back again, back practically pressing against the couch as he stilled his hands, simply chuckling once more to cover up anything else he would’ve said.

No, not at all! I have no reason to be nervous!— * His face flushed ever so slightly more, as he blinked a few times, raising his hands in mock surrender. He continued to strain a smile, swallowing back the lump in his throat. …Just a bit close?

* He froze, a bit confused before sitting back up again, patting himself down before glancing over at the other again. …didn’t say you HAD to move back.

* He just sort of… goes silent.

> im so sorry to interruptbut IM DEADASS ONE LONG BLINK AWYA FROM PASSING OUT ILL BE BACK IN THE MORNIGN GOODNIGHT

> waking up and EXPLODING KMMEDIATELY * He flinched has his head leaned against his shoulder, taking a moment to settle down as he looked over hesitantly, faces unreasonably close. …Ah, what is with you and these nicknames..?

What, you think I’M cute?

…hah, repeat that?

* He froze, like a computer processing in real time as his unseen eyes blinked in just… ????? I can’t have heard that correctly..

> chance and mafioso are like…gift giving vs physical touch… heuehe rabbit nuzzling up to a fox * He takes a moment to recollect his thoughts, before gently nudging his own head against the other’s. ..I mean, it’s you being cute right now, no..? * He hesitantly reached a hand up to the back of Mafioso’s head, rubbing it gently.

Maybe I’d rather just enjoy this moment..

…Any sense of deja vu?

It was an accident!

…I’m unsure? Does agonizing pain in your legs need immediate attention?

* Failing to come up with a rebuttal, he sat down defeatedly, taking a moment to sit in the most pain-free way possible. …Hah, how many times has this happened by now?

* He didn’t resist as the other checked around him, if anything slightly aloof as he slouched, ignoring how it felt to move. Can’t promise it won’t happen again..

* He shifted a bit, looking down at his hands. It’s alright! You’re doing what you can, which is what counts. Just… ‘s nice you’re here to help. * He placed a hand on his shoulder in reassurance, disregarding the sting that shot through him.

That’d be amazing, actually! Just make sure you don’t get hurt yourself, alright? * He stayed seated, shifting his weight practically every second as he tried to get comfortable.

I will! * He ate the pizza in a way that’d be.. concerning to most, (crust-side first) as he contentedly waited, contemplating.. something. Not another moment went by before he started flipping his lucky coin.

> ELLIOT use your pizza-seeing powers and see how this guy eats pizza next time you consider giving him. one * He flips the coin once more as he hears Elliot’s approach, the coin landing on tails as he frowns, but quickly he smiles once more as he looks up Alright! Just uh, I might’ve gotten a bit of weakness, but it’ll probably be fine!

> DISAPPOINTED DAD ELLITO IS SO FUNNY TO ME At least I didn’t get as much weakness as usual where a breeze could break something…

…Yeah, but I’m still here against all odds! At this point it’s just a quality of my life to have to fight for it…