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We met the Queen of Sim’Caritambo, who is fierce in ambition, if not warrior stuff…apparently that ho likes to poison some folks (sure that’s just a bit of harmless fun tho!)
Raet caught Nafi
creeping on the boys just looking at some scenery, and then they had The Talk about trauma, and first times, and Amazon duties, but then it all worked out because Raet said Nafi could get busy with Pili. As usual, Pili’s bo-bo solves all the problems!
And then Nafi wasted no time in surprising Pili in the shower, but he was pretty chill about the whole thing, so hopefully nooboo incoming…
“Hello Mosi,” the angel knew his name, “I’ve come for a date.”
“Oh, hello Persephone!”
“Mis–Cassandra, nice to see you again,” the angel smiled demurely at his mother, “I’ve come to get your son for a date.”
“You’re here for…Mosi?” Well, would it kill her to at least pretend not to be surprised?
“I am,” she confirmed before turning her seraphic gaze upon him once more, “you look very handsome today.”
“Well, that’s nice, Mosi, sweetheart; why don’t you go put on some clothes, I’ll keep Persephone company.”
“Please come have a seat, won’t you?…”
“…and then you can tell me just exactly what it is that you’re up to, Persephone, because I don’t for one moment believe that you’re interested in dating my son.”
Clothing…he had some, he knew he did…yes, blue clothes!
Because mother said he had beautiful blue eyes and perhaps The Angel would notice?
This was…unprecedented. And wonderful.
Had he truly expected his sister and her ignoramus, to come through on this? Perhaps he hadn’t. But here it was, and he was rather unprepared.
Or was he?
“Mosi, I wouldn’t want to presume to tell you who to go out with…”
“And yet, it sounds like you’re about to do just that…”
“Mother,” he did attempt not to sound as though he were pleading, “once again–”
“Yes yes, I know; you’re a grown man!”
Well, he was, okay.
“I have an idea!” Spake the Vision, “what if we stayed here so that your mother could supervise?”
“I’m sure that’s not creepy, invasive, or patronizing.”
Her smile was radiant, and seemed very genuine, but somehow Mosi felt as though she didn’t quite mean it the way she’d said it?
Mother must have had the same thought; she turned a very particular shade of pink that was usually reserved for when he erroneously combusted items in her kitchen.
“Well, I certainly wouldn’t want to be accused of being creepy, invasive, or patronizing,” mother paused, breathing deeply for a moment, “but there’s also the fact that Mosi has been unwell, recently–”
“Yes of course, well, it’s settled then; we’ll stay in and your mother will give us some privacy for our date,” the warmth of her gaze filled his soul with boundless joy.
Why did mother look so displeased? “Very well; I’ll be in my room,” she looked at him for a moment, as though she wished to add something, but only frowned and vacated the premises with an abruptness that was unlike her; usually mother was such a charming hostess!
“What would you like to do?” Thankfully, the Incandescent Apparition didn’t seem to notice.
“Errr…” he rallied his wits as best he could under the heat of her effulgent eyes, “perhaps…would you, um…I-I could insert an, ahh…film?”
The hormones surged anew, bombarding his brain with other usage for the word insert, and how that usage may come in to play during their impromptu social engagement.
“Do you enjoy, ah, violent films regarding flesh eating menaces?” He was fairly certain Oly’s zombie apocalypse film was still in the digital versatile disc reading device…
“I do!” She frowned slightly, “I think?” The Perfect Creation tilted her head slightly, “do you smell that? What is that…”
The only thing he could smell was the witch’s concoction which he had ingested, but also splashed (conservatively) on his neck and wrists; mother said that cosmetic scents should never be over zealously applied.
“…is that coming from you…” she leaned towards him and a haze of light overwhelmed his senses.
With his last coherent though, he noted that it was possible that they would not get to enjoy the thrill of flesh eating undead creatures tha after all…
There it was again!
Selene sat up, glancing across to where Artemis was sleeping soundly.
‘Am I going crazy?’
Wasn’t that always what happened to young women in horror movies? They dabbled in things they shouldn’t have, and then wondered if they were going crazy when they started hearing voices…
It had been soft at first, barely a whisper; she’d thought she was just imagining it.
But it followed her throughout her day, like a shadow in the peripheral of her eyesight…when you swear something just went by, but you turn to look, and nothing is there.
And then it woke her up at night, and she’d thought it was a dream…but now, well, the voice was louder than it had ever been…
Like there was someone just outside her bedroom, calling to her…
But there was no one there.
Or was there?
Balsam really goes that extra mile for Prim’s family, you know? He’s a team player, that one!
I know, I’m sorry; a whole modern chapter with no new Oly outfit…but at least Mosi finally got some? Even if it wasn’t necessarily the “some” he thought he was getting.
Here, have another cliffhanger/teaser kind of thing:
Green eyed Selene: “HAPPY SIMMING…probably.“