CYOA week 3: tsuru, molly, claude, marie

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[shaft]

[ ow he has so many chest injuries

He just takes her hand and holds it. ]

Okay. No more waiting.

[ Wow... What if they kissed... ]

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You can kiss this Manwol, sure. I technically cannot stop you. She'll kiss back?]

[shaft]

[ jan why does this always happen to you

THAT SAID he wouldn't actually kiss her because he's not sure if she's going to turn into a monster and stab him

but he will stare gayly at her ]

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[She'll stare gayly back.





And then, finally:]

... Well, as touching as this moment is—I think we both know there's something you need to do. [She does sound a little reluctant, though. Her hand-holding...] Don't hesitate. You know I don't need wishy-washiness in a man.

[shaft]

[ Yeah, he hasn't forgotten the knife in his hand.

Still. ]

You'll be alright, right?

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[She gives him a pointed look.]

I've managed for this long. You think something like this will take me out? You're not getting rid of me that easily.

[shaft]

[ She's

right. ]

You have a point, I'd be an idiot to doubt you.

[ And because he's just uncontrollably gay, he presses a soft kiss to her forehead.

Before mcstabbing her with the knife. ]

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[Claude mcstabs her. Manwol looks torn between affectionate and exasperated at Claude's words and gestures, and so she settles for a hard pat against his cheek that could almost look like a slap from an outside perspective. Still, she offers him a smile. No blood comes this stab wound, as she instead disappears, fading away into the void.

Claude will find himself falling. It's hard to tell how long it goes on for, the passage of time marked only by the song from before playing again, echoing in his ears as he descends.

It's almost over.]