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It hadn’t exactly been the best party night hosted by Nakayama Festa. Typically, these parties that she would host would have plenty of fun activities between people associated with Stego and their friends. But, it seemed to be more of a chill night between all members. As Orfevre sat between her other friends plus Gentildonna in a circular pattern, she noted the somewhat unusually anxious mood from Nakayama Festa. She had resorted to spin the bottle, something Oru found to be very childish as she stared at the empty not-alcoholic beer bottle swirling around in the middle of the circle.
As the bottle spun, she noticed a particular look on Gold Ship’s face. A small little smirk underneath those eyes that always spelled out trouble. Orfevre sighed, wondering which poor soul had the opportunity of being stuck in a closet with someone they would hate. However, as it slowed down, its trajectory had gotten a bit askew from something. This little maneuver had caused it to dramatically slow down from Fenomeno, Dream Journey, then stopping at her. She was the poor soul stuck in a closet for seven minutes.
“Oooooooo!” Gold Ship yelled, pointing at Orfevre, “Someone’s gonna have their lips on royalty~!”
“As if,” Orfevre grunted, “They will only merely have the opportunity of staring the tyrant in a dark abyss.”
Dream Journey, on Orfe’s left, put her hand on her shoulder, signalling for her to calm down. She stared at her sister with a pissed off look before taking one deep breath. Something funny was going to happen, and she didn’t like it one bit. She turned her attention back to Gold Ship and immediately raised suspicions when Nakayama Festa was whispering something into her ear.
Her anxiety had changed, becoming more or less the same as Golshi’s smile. Orfevre wondered what they were going to do with her, but she couldn’t help but notice a person within the group. Gentildonna, her eyes gazed towards the troublemakers, was invited by Gold Ship herself. It was something that she detested but something she couldn’t really argue against her in that regard. Finally, they stopped talking with each other with Nakayama’s eyes piercing straight into Orfevre and had a smile that felt wicked.
“Okay, Ms. Tyrant,” Nakayama Festa smirked, “Who will you be kissing within the closet over there?”
“My matters in a small room will not be discussed.”
Nakayama laughed, “Aw come on, let it all loose. Spin the bottle, Oru!”
She sighed, “Fine.”
When Orfevre put her hands on the bottle itself, she felt the empty glass be strange to touch. It was as if something had happened to the brown container itself to be rigged. Yet, Orfe couldn’t really tell what it could be. Perhaps different materials? She looked at the two of them with a visible disgust in her eyes.
“One of you two changed something with this,” Orfevre stated, “I demand to know what the difference is.”
“Me?” Golshi pointed at herself before laughing, “I didn’t change a single thing! You’re just making something up!”
Nakayama Festa shrugged, “There should be nothing changed. I think you’re just scared.”
“My eyes don’t fear, Nakayama,” Orfevre flustered, “I-”
She heard her rival interrupt her on her left, “Are you worried it’s me?”
Orfevre’s breathing suddenly came to a halt as she turned her head towards the left. Gentildonna seemed to be taking a more receptive approach to the argument at hand. Her eyes didn’t look too pleased with what was happening, but her mouth suggested otherwise. Oru’s thoughts felt as if she had something to do with whatever was happening at hand.
Orfevre sighed, “I’m not.”
“Sure,” Gentildonna smirked, “Then spin the bottle. I want to see what happens.”
Oru grunted again, putting her hand back on the bottle and prepared to twist it.
She spun the bottle, watching its drinking hole point itself from person to person. The way the bottle spun for the first several seconds from when she rotated it felt normal to say the least. Maybe a bit too normal for Orfevre’s liking. She stared at it, rotating until she caught something strange from the bottle.
The top of the bottle suddenly jumped as it rotated past Gold Ship and Nakayama Festa in front of her. Her eyes rose up as it rapidly began to decelerate itself past her and go past Golshi and Nakayama again. Orfevre knew that this game had led to kissing with other people, but her head shook back and forth as its spin gradually came to a stop. To the unfortunate news of Oru, the very tip of the bottle pointed towards Gentildonna.
The two of them gasped together as they stared at each other back and forth for several moments at a time. Their eyes were wide open as most of the other members within the group laughed. This was a shame in Orfevre’s eyes. She knew that those two had something to do with this, but she shouldn’t lash out at this very second. Yet, she couldn’t hide the anger within her eyes.
“I’m not forgetting this, Nakayama,” Orfevre muttered under her breath.
Nakayama held a chuckle behind her mouth, “You two would be great with each other-”
“No-”
Both Gold Ship and Nakayama Festa stood up with the former moving to where Gentildonna sat and the latter moving to Orfevre.
“Hey! What are you-”
“Get in there you two!” Nakayama smirked, grabbing Orfevre’s hand and dragging her to the nearby closet.
They both pulled Orfevre and Gentildonna straight into Nakayama’s dorm room closet, dragging them as they tried to protest against this result. Orfevre diverted her eyes away from Gentildonna and only looked at her sister. Dream Journey looked with melancholy, making a small little wave at her as the two of them were moved into the closet forcefully. The two of them let go of their hands and made a wave as Nakayama pulled out her phone and set a timer on it.
“Have fun you two~!” Gold Ship and Nakayama Festa said at the same time.
They both grabbed the closet doors and shut the doors, leaving them in complete darkness.
The closet was dark for a short period of time. The only sounds worth mentioning throughout this moment was Orfevre and Gentildonna’s breathing, including the sounds from straight outside of the closet. Oru could see the light seeping into their secluded room themselves on the floor, but she couldn’t dare to disappoint her sister in this dorm party. There were several points throughout her life where she had made a fool of herself. She declared in her head that this will not be one of them.
Yet, as her ear picked up Gentildonna’s breathing behind her, she couldn’t help but be furious at what Gold Ship had to offer today. She was the one that brought Gentildonna to whatever Nakayama wanted to host. She was the one that rigged that game. Her eyes were conflicted as they adjusted to the darkness of the room. She couldn’t help but be seething at herself for even going here in the first place. Orfevre heard a mumble behind her with the sounds of shifting positions.
“Are you going to talk at least?” Gentildonna said.
Orfevre still forced her attention away from Gentil, not wanting to take a look at her in the slightest, “Someone who fits your description? Your majesty has much better things to look forward to after these seven minutes.”
“That makes the two of us,” Gentildonna sighed, twisting her body away from Orfevre.
For some reason, Oru’s heart seemed to drop when she said a statement like that. She couldn’t dare to agree with her, but they both were rivals that clearly didn’t want to talk to each other. Yet that would go against her way of being fully against Gentildonna. Her mind swirled as she felt her heart beat, wondering if she should actually ask something towards her. She turned her attention towards Gentildonna who had her fingers twirling with a piece of clothing above her.
“I’ll ask one thing,” Orfevre said.
Gentildonna’s eye raised as she moved her focus towards Orfe, stopping her fidgeting.
“How…” Orfevre paused, trying to think of anything to say, “How have you been doing?”
Gentildonna put her hands down to her lap and sighed, “It’s okay. This party sucks though.”
Orfevre looked at her, making a hesitating move before nodding. It was as if she was going against her very instincts.
“I was expecting something more… strengthening,” Gentildonna muttered, “Instead, it’s just this.”
Oru sighed, realizing how much she’ll agree with her today, “It’s a lot less pandemonium and turmoil, surprising to say the least.”
Gentildonna chuckled, “Is this the only time we’re agreeing on one thing?”
“Unfortunately,” Orfevre sighed, “I really want to wait out these seven minutes.”
“Same,” Gentil looked down at the floor, “Then it’ll be back to just talking. Was really looking forward to Golshi throwing a table at me.”
Unbeknownst to Orfevre, this would make her fall into a laughing fit right in front of her sworn rival. She composed herself before realizing that Gentildonna was smiling at her for some reason. She took a deep breath and chuckled for one more.
“Only a jester in Tracen would do that,” Orfevre made a small smile underneath her eyes, “Now I’m surprised how that hadn’t occured.”
Gentildonna giggled, “This party sucks.”
They both sighed upon that reality.
Suddenly, Gentildonna’s demeanor changed. Her mouth shifted from that pitiful sigh to something more horrifying. It was a smile that felt as if something funny was going to happen within the next five minutes of them being in this closet. Orfevre’s eye widened, only seeing this expression when she faced against her in races. Gentil moved somewhat closer to Oru, making her feel claustrophobic within this tight space already.
“Hey, Orfevre,” Gentildonna smirked, “I’ve just thought of an idea that would get back at them.”
Orfevre sighed, “What suggests I want to do that with you?”
“Because I can tell that you don’t want to do nothing for the next few minutes,” Gentildonna said.
Oru’s jaw slightly dropped from her position, opening her mouth before closing it. She looked at her, trying to think of any possibility of getting back at them with a prank of their own. She sighed.
“Fine. What is it?”
Gentildonna moved her hand to her mouth and laughed underneath her breath, “Let’s pretend to have sex.”
Orfevre’s jaw dropped, “I beg your finest pardon?”
“Aw c’mon,” Gentildonna said, “You know the connotation with this sort of thing.”
Oru sighed, “Unfortunately, yes.”
“Why don’t we just scream at each other’s name in some sort of seductive way, but we’ll do it at the loudest frequency possible. Then they’ll look in horror only to realize that they’ve been fooled.”
Orfevre recoiled her mouth, “Are you trying to get me into a screaming competition with you?”
“Do you want it to be?” Gentildonna smirked.
The tyrant considered her options. What Gentildonna said right in front of her felt detestable to her. Before even going into this closet, she never thought of even attempting anything with Gentil. But, with the circumstances as she put her thumb below her chin, it felt something that she could do with her. Added on with the bonus of having a competition against her, suddenly she had an option of acting out moans for no apparent reason other than getting back at Nakayama and Golshi. There was one thing on her mind however.
Orfevre looked towards the closet door and said, “Let me warn my sister first.”
Gentildonna was flabbergasted, “H-How is that going to-”
“Morse code.”
Oru moved towards the closet door just enough to where she could tap secretly without completely moving it. Her finger traced onto the material, feeling the wood’s grooves, and started to do her taps. A single tap followed by two long taps and another single one with what seemed to appear as banging on the wall haphazardly. Gentildonna moved closer, with her eyes confused as to what she was trying to do. Then, the tapping stops, staring blankly at Gentil with a little smirk on her face.
“I didn’t know you knew morse code,” Gentildonna said.
Orfevre stated, “It’s something me and Aneue did as children. She has an interest in this matter and I merely picked up on it. I just told her that it was a prank.”
“Hm,” Gentildonna said, “You’re more of a person like this you know. Maybe I’d like you more if you’ve shown more of this side.”
“As if,” Oru muttered, “I feel vulnerable. Threatened even.”
Gentil sighed, “Of course. I should’ve known.”
“Wait, let me hear her-”
Orfevre could hear the several taps on the floor reaching for her ear. She could hear the chatter of the people from the other side, murmuring to themselves about what she and Gentil could be doing. But the soundwaves entering her ear felt calm, eventually ending out as:
What?
Orfevre sighed, cringing out what she was going to communicate to her sister next.
Fake sex
“Do you mind if I know what you two just said?” Gentil pointed a finger at her.
“No,” Orfevre said.
Suddenly, the taps weren’t as calm with her sister repeating the same phrase:
What What What What
Orfevre hummed for a quick second, repeating a dot before finally transmitting something:
It’s fake
She could hear the gentle taps again, making her have a sigh of relief.
Oh ok
“What does that mean now?” Gentildonna said, moving ever so closer to where Orfevre sat.
“She knows now. I just had to in case my sister gets disappointed or angry at me…,” Orfevre stared at Gentildonna with fear in her eyes and her voice, “She gets really scary when that happens.”
Gentildonna laughed, “Ohoh. You don’t even consider me scary even after the Japan Cup.”
“How can I put this in layman's terms,” Orfevre said, “I’m serious about how scary she is. Ask one of her companions, Vodka, she knows a lot about it.”
Gentil stared at Orfevre with the utmost curiosity within her eyes. She was right about this whole mess. Oru remembered the countless times she had gotten into a mode that triggered her to an intimidating state. If there was anyone that would genuinely make her go into a state of paranoia, it would’ve been Journey herself. She sighed again, looking amused towards Gentildonna for what could be the first time in her life.
“Well… In any case,” Gentil said in a more seductive tone, “Shall we begin?”
“I demand you to seize that tone in sincerity. But yes,” Orfevre stated before humming questioningly towards Gentildonna, “Um. How do you want to start this?”
Gentildonna looked up towards the sky before beaming at her, making Orfevre feel something questionable, “Just follow my lead.”
“Oh- Um- Okay-”
Suddenly, Gentil’s head rotated towards the ceiling before making a small moan underneath her mouth, “Yes, Orfe- I need this-”
Orfevre’s eyes immediately rose upon Gentildonna saying something so brash right in front of her. She looked towards the ground several times and stared at different points before realizing how much she would have to act like that in front of her own sister. Yet, that felt somewhat satisfying to her. Why it felt satisfying was something she would have to figure out later on. She also heard the people outside of the closet.
“Oh- OH MY GODDESSES! They’re actually doing it!” Nakayama yelled, “Golshi it fuckin’ worked!”
Golshi laughed, “Golshi love powers all!”
She was somewhat infuriated, wanting for Gentildonna to scream louder and more passionately towards her. Orfevre gave a look to make whatever she was doing even louder than before.
“Louder,” Orfevre blushed, “YoucanalsocallmeOru-”
Gentildonna whispered, “Okay.”
Her mouth raised even higher as her fake moan pierced through Orfevre’s ears, making her cringe even more. But there was something brewing inside of Oru that made her feel another way about this. She was becoming flustered with a beating heart.
“Oru! Hnnnngg~! You’re so fast!” Gentildonna started to yell, “I think- I think I’m going to~!”
Orfevre’s heart started to beat even faster. What the hell was happening inside of her body. Her mind was getting confused and flabbergasted as she stared at Gentildonna’s face. Yet, she kept her ear towards the opening of the closet.
“Uh…” Stay Gold said, “Isn’t that getting a bit too loud?”
“I can hear Gentildonna from here and I’m the furthest away from that closet,” Fenomeno said in a more stricken tone.
She could hear the sounds of both Nakayama Festa and Gold Ship scratching their heads, making Orfevre smile a bit more within that small mouth of hers. Gentil also smiled, giggling through the sincerity of it all.
“It’s working isn’t it,” Gentildonna whispered, “I’ll fake a climax then it’s your turn.”
“W-Wait me?” Orfevre said, “Oh… Okay.”
As if Gentil wasn’t as gentle as before, she screamed even louder, striking Orfevre’s ears close to deafness. She was getting used to the fake moans, but she felt her heart pound on her chest. Oru was becoming red, placing it on embarrassment but she didn’t feel any single bit of it. She started to scratch her head on what was happening at this current moment.
“Oru~! Oru~! NnNGNNNNNNNnnnNNGhhhhh~~~~!”
Suddenly, out of nowhere, she moaned the loudest she had been out of the first few times she faked it. There were several whimpers coming out of Gentildonna’s mouth, each time becoming less and less prevalent as the time went on. Orfevre felt completely red throughout her entire body. Her heart felt complete, staring straight into Gentildonna’s soul as she smiled straight at her with full confidence. Her mind was in conflict with each other, having something pop up that interrupted her hatred of her. Maybe she really enjoyed this moment with Gentildonna.
“Oh my Goddesses she went all out,” Nakayama Festa yelled with a nervous tick in her voice, “Least it’s over but I didn’t know your sister- Wait how come you’re not affected by it?”
Orfevre laughed, putting a hand to her face.
“I’m seething inside of my head right now. I will never look at Oru the same way again,” Dream Journey said before a wave of taps spread out towards Orfevre’s direction: Funny.
Orfevre laughed even further, slamming the carpet floor several times as she stared directly at Gentildonna.
“OH MY GODDESSES NO NOW THEY’RE DOING SOMETHING ELSE!” Nakayama yelled.
“Exquisite,” Oru said with a grin, “It’s my turn now, right?”
“Precisely,” Gentildonna smirked before seeing a noticeable blush on her face as well, “Now moan for me.”
She chuckled, “Of course, Gentil.”
Orfevre started out with small whimpers coming straight from her mouth as well as trying to hold in a laugh right in front of Gentildonna who seemed to be doing the same. While it started off small, she progressively began to whimper louder and louder as she tried to mimic what Gentil had done prior. She was blushing right in front of her, yet accepting it as she didn’t mind what she was doing anymore. This was funny to her.
“Gentil~ Wh~What about my sis~ sister~” Orfevre sobbed, “What will she think~ Ngh~”
Lmao, Dream Journey communicated.
“Keep going, you’re doing great,” Gentildonna beamed.
“Hey~ H~Harder~” Orfevre moaned, “Please Gentil~ Please~ I’m yours~”
“WHA-” Golshi yelled, “AAAAAAAAAAA WHAT ARE THEY DOING!”
Oru moved from whimpering to moaning straight in front of her with Gentildonna laughing within the background. They both could hear the outside become pandemonium, albeit interestingly only with Nakayama Festa and Gold Ship. She found a good idea of how to end this.
“Hey Oru- I mean Orfevre,” Gentildonna whispered, “Where do you get that from? I didn’t expect you to say any of those.”
Oru kept up the charade while speaking intermittently, “There’s a great fanfiction website deserving of my touch.”
“Let me guess,” Gentildonna chuckled, “It praises you.”
Orfevre nodded before speaking again, “Yes~ Yes~ PLease like that~ I’m getting closer~!”
“Who would’ve thought,” Gentildonna laughed.
“FUCK~! You’re so good!”
Her mouth began to shift in ways that she didn’t realize was possible. Her voice became louder and her heartbeat was beating as if it was a race itself. At least she could contain that laughter inside of her, but she didn’t realize how much she’d actually enjoy doing something grotesque like this. But she was and that was what mattered.
“I’m gonna go over there to keep them calm,” Nakayama said, “Stay here.”
Orfevre heard this and immediately began her final words, “Gentil~ Gentil~ I’m going to~ I’M GOING TO COME SO MUCH~ AGGGhHHHHH~”
She could feel the ground shake as Nakayama went to their position, making her put her hand onto the gap of the closet itself. Orfevre could see Nakayama’s face in view, giving her a slight chuckle as she saw the horror within her eyes.
“H-Hey um-” Nakayama said, “I know how fun it is to fuck, but could you guys please quiet-”
Orfevre opened the closet doors right in front of Nakayama’s face with the two of them having the biggest grin of their lives. Nakayama Festa could only stare at the two of them before sighing immediately upon seeing them fully clothed. She looked annoyed. Oru and Gentildonna had won.
“Fuck you,” Nakayama said.
A bursting fit of laughter ensued from Orfevre and Gentildonna as they both looked at each other, beaming with full delight in their eyes. They could also hear the rest of the room erupt in laughter as Orfe could see that every single other person, outside of Nakayama Festa, caught onto their prank. The room soon began to calm down, but the damage had already been done for Nakayama who seemed confused as to what was even happening.
“Guh-” Nakayama looked around her, pointing at Dream Journey, “How did you know?”
Dream Journey simply smirked, “We have several forms of communication,” she said, tapping on the ground below.
Nakayama’s face was a shade of pink, “Okay, Meno and Stego, how did you catch onto this?”
Fenomeno laughed, “It’s easy to tell what letters come from with morse code. I simply heard their conversation.”
“Yeah, what she said,” Stego pointed with a smile.
Nakayama became even redder, almost fuming at the fact that she didn’t even catch on, “Okay, I dunno morse code! Golshi, how the hell did you catch on?”
Golshi made a grandeur laughter, making the whole room focus on her. Orfevre noticed that she was unchanged from the Gold Ship as before, wondering if this was more of a prank on Nakayama Festa instead of her and Gentildonna.
“I just caught on,” Golshi smiled.
Nakayama Festa moved her hands to her hair and pulled them out, “SO EVERYBODY KNEW?”
“Pretty much,” Stay Gold said, “It was funny though.”
“Yeah!” Golshi yelled.
Nakayama sighed, pointing at the Orfevre and Gentildonna again. They both seemed to be accustomed to themselves now, with Oru moving slightly closer to Gentil.
“I’m not putting you two together like that ever again,” Nakayama said with a downbeat look.
Orfevre reached her hand out towards the Nakayama. While she did enjoy her victory over Nakayama Festa, she didn’t expect her to take it personally. Maybe they both took it too far.
“Nakayama,” Oru said, “Apologies.”
Nakayama appeared confused, scratching her head, “Wha- What are you apologizing for?”
“You are a royal subject and a willing peon. I fear I may have been too harsh on you.”
Nakayama smirked, “Jokes on you, I CAUGHT ON THE SECOND I SAW YOUR EAR TO THAT CLOSET!”
“What-”
Gentildonna screamed, “WHAT?”
Suddenly, the room outside of Gentildonna and Orfevre burst into another fit of laughter. This time, the joke was on the two of them. They both looked at each other in disbelief. Oru was confused, shaking her hand towards Gentildonna as she did the same as well. They thought that their plan had worked. However, Orfe looked at Nakayama completely dead in the eyes, realizing one thing and one thing only.
“Oh for crying out loud you- you-” Orfevre yelled, “You’re a theater kid!”
Nakayama Festa chuckled, “I just love a bit of that Revue, dontcha think?”
Both Orfevre and Gentildonna grunted together in frustration.
“Wait, so who won this prank war?” Stay Gold asked, “I’m just confused-”
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Nakayama, Orfevre, and Gentildonna said in unison.
There was a moment of silence with all three of them trying to think of some sort of solution of who would win from whatever just occurred.
“OOOO! I know!” Golshi yelled, “HOW ABOUT WE ALL WIN-”
“No,” Orfevre and Gentildonna said.
Nakayama smirked, making a chilling laugh as she stared at Oru and Gentil. That same smile that she had made within the beginning of this entire thing had come back. They both prepared for what was next.
“I’ll give you a win,” Nakayama said, “If you can kiss each other right now.”
“Wait really-”
Yet, Orfevre’s mind focused on her sister behind Nakayama Festa. Dream Journey looked somewhat uncertain about her feelings. She couldn’t decipher what her face could say. Only a blank expression that signified that she was in an unpredictable state.
“C’mon, there’s like two minutes on the timer anyhow,” Nakayama Festa shrugged, “Plus, we can all tell both of your blushes on each of your faces.”
Orfevre looked straight at Gentildonna and noticed each and every single feature that was on both of their faces. Her face seemed to be red from staring at Gentildonna with a heart that seemed to be rapidly going out of control. She knew that she looked beautiful but didn’t realize that she was into her. Oru’s jaw slightly moved upon realizing what she had been feeling for the past several minutes at this point, noticing the flustered look of Gentildonna. Then she looked back at Journey.
Her sister’s face seemed to have changed. She could notice the water in her eyes as they both locked eyes with each other. Orfevre didn’t know if to continue or not. Her mind really wanted to kiss Gentil, but she couldn’t figure out if she should do it in front of her very own sister. Dream Journey was mumbling something in her mouth, trying to get out words with a shaking hand.
“O-Oru-” Dream Journey said.
Orfevre gulped at whatever she was going to say.
“Oru’s first love,” she said with everyone turning their attention towards her, “I ship it,” Dream Journey completed, wiping a tear from her face with a smile.
“Aww,” the entire room exploded.
“Well,” Gentildonna said, “Don’t want to keep your subjects waiting.”
“You seem to know me well,” Orfevre shifted her body ever closer to Gentildonna.
“Most certainly. We’re rivals after all,” Gentil smiled as their faces were centimeters away from touching.
Oru put her hand on Gentildonna’s back, feeling the large amounts of muscle on the back of the uniform, and another on her cheek. Her face was so warm and delicate to touch that it felt almost like a dream. Gentil did the same thing on the opposite side of Orfevre’s cheek, with her other hand moving underneath her chin. Her chin felt the rigid yet soft finger grip on her, pulling her towards Gentildonna.
They kissed underneath the many clothes above them. The room erupted in cheers. When their lips touched, every single sensation that Orfevre could feel empowered over her own thoughts. Delight, joy, every single positive emotion that Oru could ever think of overflowed her entire body. They made small little pecks on their lips afterwards as they continued with their session. The two of them could continue this until the end of time, but one would have to pull away.
Orfevre and Gentildonna moved their hands on each other’s faces and parted their mouths as they stared at each other directly in the eyes. They both made smiles at each other as they both blushed in front of their audience.
“That-” Orfevre muttered, “That was fun.”
“Would you like to continue something like this?” Gentildonna said, “Maybe have dates as well?”
“Maybe someone on the same level on my throne,” Oru said.
Suddenly, they could hear the timer go off from Nakayama’s phone. Their seven minutes had been up for what felt like four.
“Alright, time's up,” Nakayama said, “Come back over here you lovebirds.”
“YAY FOR LOVE!” Golshi sprayed her hands toward the ceiling.
Both Orfevre and Gentildonna stood up at the same time with the two of them looking at each other as they made their way back towards the Stego circle. As they both sat down, Dream Journey put her hand above Orfevre’s hand and rubbed it side by side. Oru liked it when Journey did this, but she always had something happen. Most notably, her tongue hanging from her mouth.
“Wait, why do you do that?” Nakayama yelled, “Okay this isn’t a joke, I didn't know she did that!”
“Oru what the hell are you doing?” Gentildonna said with complete concern in her voice.
“I’m just like this okay,” Orfevre blushed.
The entire party went well afterwards.