[ Yuel has the expression of someone who's just reeled in a tasty fish. ]
Pachilles and Atroclus were roommates trainin' together until they got separated by war, but they were in love. It took 'em like five years to reunite, but when Atroclus finally finds Pachilles again... He's disguised as a woman! And he won't admit who he is!
monday, week seven.
Ohh, we got new computers?
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[ Yuel is sitting at one, engrossed in whatever she's doing. ]
Is that what ya call books in the future?
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[She peers over at Yuel's screen. What's she up to?]
Computers are like... the bigger, more powerful cousin of our phones.
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She does not know how to navigate out. ]
So you can send messages? While you're reading? Seems pretty inconvenient...
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What do you mean? That's just multi-tasking.
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[ she jostles the monitor ]
Seems kinda pointless when ya got a phone.
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That doesn't sound that convenient. Ya can't curl up in bed with it like this.
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There's a lot fancy machines where ya come from.
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... Sorta? [ She winks at Sheila. ] There's a lotta long stares, and yearnin', and unmet desire.
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[She sits down
and scoots her chair closer.]
Tell me more.
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Pachilles and Atroclus were roommates trainin' together until they got separated by war, but they were in love. It took 'em like five years to reunite, but when Atroclus finally finds Pachilles again... He's disguised as a woman! And he won't admit who he is!
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[She is now invested in this romance. Keep scrolling Yuel.]
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There's drama. There's intrigue. And there's eventually a scene where Atroclus confronts Pachilles and tears off his gown.
Yuel stops, wiping her forehead. ]
I think we got to the porn.
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Don't stop now. Indulgence is key, and I would definitely call this indulging.
[Does it count as Gluttony indulgence if they become avid Atroclus/Pachilles shippers and consume the whole tag.]
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[ But she is invested. Incidentally, so am I. ]
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[ she scrolls... ]
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... To be continued...?
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