This one is a bit late, but Round 3! Birb lady :>
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starting to feel like part of the reason that Sam and Celia's romance thing feels a little off rn is cuz like. what do you mean they're actually dating. he asked her on a date and she said yes. and it's working out so far. it's chill and fine. what do you mean they're not pining for 4 seasons, not communicating, and then getting together only after one of them walked through hell to drag the other out and make sure they know they're loved and wanted. they haven't even patched each other's wounds yet hello. aren't y'all moving a little fast.
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i'm sorry i just can't picture gideon being some suave womanizing casanova, even when she isn't raised in a hole in a ground with .5 women in it, even with opportunity, access to and experience with interested potential partners. i think beneath a lot of glib dryness and horndog enthusiasm she is too inherently 1) shy 2) invested in concealing the fact that she is shy 3) too soft-hearted and romo to not get attached in a casual situation/be able to move on quickly a la pyrrha dve. crass humor is a defense mechanism she uses it to unsettle or put others off or break tension but that does nottttt translate to game
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Hob is going to come home one day two months into Dream's retirement (and seven weeks into their marriage) and Dream's going to be full Victorian maiden on the chaise lounge, arm covering his eyes.
Hob, who is not a fool: Want to talk about it, or want to be consumed by the agonies for a little while longer while I prepare dinner? You got groceries, right?
Dream: [horrible groaning dirge of assent]
Hob: I'm starting to get a little concerned, dearest
Dream: I went out to. Obtain groceries. And the woman at the till said 'enjoy your food'.
Hob: And you said?
Dream: "My thanks. you as well."
Hob: My poor love. Have a kiss to ease the sting.
Dream: [accepting the forehead kiss as his due] I can't go back to that grocery store in this lifetime.
Hob: Understandable.
Dream: Can we fake our deaths tomorrow?
Hob: Give me two weeks to wrap everything up, then we can.
Dream: <3
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