DATING SIM MEME

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DATING SIM MEME

♥ You are in Generic Anime High School Land in Generic Town Japan! You all have ADORABLE uniforms! And your goal is to... well. It's a dating sim. ♥
♥Each thread-starter is the protagonist of their thread. That is, they have to make all the HARD CHOICES. ♥
♥ Each responder should supply a list of four options for the thread starter to choose from, as they are the victims potential dates! ♥
♥ Obviously people can switch up roles in different threads ♥
♥ RIDICULOUSNESS 8| ♥

♥ YAAAAAAAAAY ♥

Comments

yesssssss

[idkmybffhanna.livejournal.com]

>help

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[idkmybffzombie.livejournal.com]

[ Hanna totally doesn't see his hand in time, and launches into a diving catch, which has the unfortunate (and painful) side effect of crashing right into where {...} is sitting. ]

> Fall back-- with your student on top of you.

> Deflect, both of you hitting the grass.

> Dodge. Hanna, meet tree.

> Amazing kung-fu move.

[idkmybffhanna.livejournal.com]

> Fall back...

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Er.

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[idkmybffzombie.livejournal.com]

[ Oh, how nice, he landed somewhere soft and kinda warm and-- heh.

Dizzy, Hanna starts picking himself up, not even registering the voice until his palm comes to rest on something squishy like a shoulder and he looks down, pushing his glasses back up his no-- ]

Ah-AAH! S-sorry, Professor--!

[ scrambles, tumbling out of the man's lap WITH ALL POSSIBLE HASTE, face turning as red as his hair. ]

> Catch his arm. "Hold on."

> Yell at him.

> Give him detention-- your office, after school.

> Oops, your hand just accidentally...

[idkmybffhanna.livejournal.com]

> Catch his arm.

"Hold on..."

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[idkmybffzombie.livejournal.com]

[ The poor kid stammers so hard you'd think you were pointing a gun at him. Clearly it has not been his day. ]

> Calm him down.

> Be stern with him.

> Silently hand him the paper. :|

> Ask if he's a girl.

[idkmybffhanna.livejournal.com]

> Silently hand him the paper :|

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You... dropped this.

[idkmybffzombie.livejournal.com]

O-oh. I, uh.

Thanks.

[ Quietly starts to fold it back into shape again. ]

Must've gotten unfolded when it was flying away... geez...

> Ask about the origami.

> That's nice, but you're blocking my sun.

> Lecture him.

> You know, the athletic shed should be empty this time of day...

[idkmybffhanna.livejournal.com]

> Ask about the origami.

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That's rather good. Just for fun, or...?

[idkmybffzombie.livejournal.com]

Just for-- Oh, this? Mnh, no, they're for... Heh, anyway, I'm probably ruining your lunch break. S-sorry for crashing into you...

[ He gets to his feet, awkward smile twitching over his expression, as he pulls bits of grass out of his hair. ]

> No, really, are you a girl?

> Ask for the crane.

> Notice he looks feverish and offer to take him to Nurse Worth.

> Take him home with you.

[idkmybffhanna.livejournal.com]

[takes him home and feeds him breakfast]

> Notice that he looks feverish

It's alright. []

... are you... well? You seem a bit pale. Do you need to see the nurse?

[idkmybffzombie.livejournal.com]

What? Nno, I'm fine, I just... Got a bit hot running around.

[ The crane still hangs from his hand. And the more you look at him, the clearer it is that he's probably not used to sunlight, period. ]

> Insist.

> Let him leave.

> Wait to see if he faints.

> Princess carry.

[idkmybffhanna.livejournal.com]

PRINCESS CHAN

>Insist

Let's at least get you inside...

[idkmybffzombie.livejournal.com]

A-all right.

[ It might just be because you're a professor, but the look in his eyes suggests he's truly affected by that. Like most people would never bother. ]

> Take him to the nurse.

> Take him to his classroom.

> Take him to your office.

> Take him to your car.

[idkmybffhanna.livejournal.com]

> take him to the nurse

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[idkmybffzombie.livejournal.com]

[ Nurse Worth is nowhere to be found! ]

Um... I guess I'll just lie down.

> Leave him there.

> Check his temperature at least.

> How hard can being a nurse be? Let's find the needles.

> Suggest he'd cool off faster if he wasn't wearing his uniform.

[idkmybffhanna.livejournal.com]

> check his temperature at least

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Under your tongue, three minutes.

[idkmybffzombie.livejournal.com]

[ Sits obediently on the edge of the bed, hands in his lap, feet dangling. ]

Under my-- Oh, oh, thermometer. Got it.

[ He takes it carefully, sticking it in his mouth as directed. ]

> Small talk.

> Read one of Nurse Worth's magazines.

> Close the blinds. >_>

> Peek at his medical file.

[idkmybffhanna.livejournal.com]

> small talk

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Do you... ...


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Er. Your crane...? Do you mind if I take a look?

[idkmybffzombie.livejournal.com]

Mou-- Hyure.

[ Still thermometer in mouth, he uncovers the little crane kept safe in his palm, smoothing its wings and holding it out to him. ]

> Take the crane carefully.

> Maybe brush his fingers while you do so.

> Maybe forego the crane altogether and just pet him.

> That door is shut, right?

[idkmybffhanna.livejournal.com]

> Take the crane carefully

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[idkmybffzombie.livejournal.com]

Jyuss ih remih hyou ou hounsin?

> Yes.

> Nnnnno?

> Take the thermometer out.

> Ease down onto the bed.

[idkmybffhanna.livejournal.com]

> Yes



Yes.

[Elaboration what's that]


You can probably take the thermometer out now.

[idkmybffzombie.livejournal.com]

[ Obedient noise, pulling the thermometer out. Handing it to him, it's clear that he's a few degrees feverish. ]

> Tell him to take it easy.

> Cool washcloth time.

> Maybe loosening his tie will help.

> Ask if he wants to go home... with you.

[idkmybffhanna.livejournal.com]

Hmm.

You should probably take it easy for the rest of the day.

> Cool washcloth time for you young man.