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After Allison and Kevin are finally out of sight, I get up from the couch and brush off my dress.

"If it helps any," I say to my father as I creep towards the doorway, "Allison actually seems to be serious this time around."
"You know that's what she always says," he rolls his eyes.
"Yeah, well this is the first time where her boyfriend seems to be serious too."
"I sure as well hope so..."

Peeking around the corner, I find that they've already gone into the kitchen. Time to move.

"Going to watch round two?" my father asks, noticing my sudden bout of sneakiness.
"You know it," I laugh.


>ask the charlotte if she wants to come too
>the cecile moves alone

>>43114813
>>ask the charlotte if she wants to come too

>>43114813
>ask the charlotte if she wants to come too

>>43114813
>ask the charlotte if she wants to come too

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>the cecile moves alone

Honestly doesn't matter, I'm just being contrary.

Picture unrelated

>>43114813
>ask the charlotte if she wants to come too

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>writing

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"Hey Charlotte," I call out to her in a hushed voice. "You wanna come watch too?"
"...what?" she glances at me.
"One of my lovely daughter's hobbies," my father says, shaking his head disapprovingly. "She's always loved watching ALlison's boyfriends getting interrogated by us."
"Umm, okay?" she squints. "But why would she want me to-"
"Because it's fun?" I say.

Charlotte just stares at me for a few seconds before getting up from the couch and walking over to me.

"Such a wonderful hobby to share with your girlfriend, Cecile," my father says to me.
"It sure is!"


>[1/?]

>>43116013
>[2/2]


After a short round of sneaking, we find ourselves next to the closed door to the kitchen.

"You know," Charlotte whispers to me, "I could probably make out what they were saying from back in the living room."
"Yeah, but -I- couldn't," I reply, shushing her.


>forget sneaking and just walk in there like it ain't no thing
>abuse my light powers to pull in an image from the kitchen

>>43116543
>abuse my light powers to pull in an image from the kitchen

>>43116543
>abuse my light powers to pull in an image from the kitchen

>>43116543
>abuse my light powers to pull in an image from the kitchen

>>43116543
>abuse my light powers to pull in an image from the kitchen
Better this way. She won't react to us this way.

>>43116543
>abuse my light powers to pull in an image from the kitchen
>Don't forget to get Charlotte in on it too. Just hearing it doesn't have the same effect.
>Attempt to act nonchalant in case Daddy is watching and wonders why we're acting strangely.

>writing

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"Hmm..."

The door's ever so slightly cracked open, letting a small about of light and pretty much all of the sounds of the kitchen leak out to the area where we're standing. Time was, I'd just lean back against the wall and take in all the delicious schadenfreude... but now I happen to have light powers that are ripe for the abusing.

Without saying a word, I turn to Charlotte and gauge the distance between us and the door, as well as the line-of-sight from here to the living room. Taking all of that into consideration, I place my hands on wither side of Charlotte's waist and gently move her into the ideal position to hide my paranormal activities from prying eyes.

...aside from OUR prying eyes, that is.

With my precautions in place, I take hold of the light from the door and use it to create a makeshift "screen" from which we can see everything happening inside the kitchen without actually being in there ourselves. And I have to say, I'm pretty impressed with my work here.


>[1/?]

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>>43117576

"I don't know -why- I didn't expect you to invite your latest boyfriend..." my mother says, glaring at Kevin. "At least he's better-looking than the last guy."
"Mom, please..." Allison groans. "Could you at least TRY to be nice?"
"I'm pretty sure that what I said could count as a compliment... wouldn't you say so, Irene?"

Irene's entire body goes rigid.

"Uh-" she shrinks back. "M- maybe?"
"And there we go," Mom shrugs. "See, I'm being supportive."

...ouch. She usually isn't this bad.


>[2/?]

>>43117576
>on wither side

>>43117793
You still alive?

>>43118056
>You still alive?
Yeah, sorry about tonight's extra slowness. Unexpected distractions have completely thrown me off.

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>>43117793

"Kevin, was it?" my mother turns to him.
"Y- yes, Ma'am?" Kevin tugs on his collar.
"Pardon me if I don't seem very thrilled about you being here," my mother says, "but my daughter here doesn't exactly haver the best luck with boys. And even on the odd chance that she lands a boyfriend that actually seems decent, they never last for much longer than a week."
"For your information, me and Kevin have been going out for TWO MONTHS now," Allison says, taking his hand as if daring our mother to say something else.

But of course she does.

"Wow," Mom whistles. "It's a new record."

She turns back to Kevin.

"So two months... I assume you're serious about my daughter? I know she's a bit of a party girl, but that's no excuse to-"
"I'm very serious about her, Mrs. Navarre," KEvin says with an expression to match. "And I promise you that I'd never do anything to hurt her."

I think I actually see Mom smile at that sudden show of backbone.

"And if you two's messing around ends up with her pregnant?" she crosses her arms. "Would you take responsibility even then?"
"Mom!" Allison shouts.
"Please, Allison. I know how you are."


>[3/?]

>>43118110
’tis alright. I missed the beginning anyway.

>>43118313
>[4/4]

Though I can't exactly say that my mother's concerns are unjustified, I can't help but feel bad for Kevin as she digs away at him with question after question. He tries to do his best to keep a strong face against my mother's interrogation tactics, but it's definitely apparent that she's wearing him down. And through all of this, Irene watches on in extreme discomfort... I feel more sorry for her than anyone else in this.

"I, uh..." Charlotte takes a few steps back as I let my video feed drop, "...I really got off lucky, didn't I."
"Yyyyup," I reply.


>relaxation time
>do something else

>>43118413
>>do something else
Save the Irene. If [Mother] and Kevin have time to do an interrogation routine, they can do the kitchen-work.

>>43118413
>relaxation time

>>43118413
>relaxation time

>>43118463
Gonna have to agree with this guy. Although I think we should go out of our way to take some heat off of Kevin, pretty much everybody treats him worse than he really outta be. Aside from Allison, of course.

>writing

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"If it's okay with you, I think I've had enough eavesdropping for one day," Charlotte says to me.
"Alright," I reply, "you can go back to the living room if you want."
"...you're not done here?"

She looks almost offended.

"Oh I'm done with that, "UI reply,. "but I still have something else to do so you can go on back without me if you want."
"Umm... yeah, I think I'll do just that," Charlotte replies with a tired smile.

As Charlotte heads back to the living room, I peek my head into the kitchen and loudly clear my throat in order to make my presence known.

"Hey, Irene?" I call out in hopes of maybe saving her from this secondhand embarrassment. "You got a minute?"
"Y- yes, of course!"

She practically flies out of there.


>[1/?]

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>>43118921

"Thank you SO much for getting me out of there," Irene says, hugging me painfully tightly. "Your mother said that she didn't mind me being in ther for your family stuff but I definitely did..."

While I can't say that Irene's hugs aren't extremely pleasant, I slide free from her grip as soon as I can for fear of Charlotte seeing.

"So what did you need from me?" Irene asks.
"Nothing," I shake my head. "I just thought that you might want a save there."
"You thought correctly," she laughs. "...oh yeah, before I forget again..."

Turning away from me (I guess out of courtesy), Irene reaches into her mouth and yanks a tooth right out of her mouth. After cleaning the blood off of it, she hands it to me.

"Just in case something happens," she says.
"...yeah, thanks," I say, looking down at the huge fang that I've been entrusted with.


>[2/?]

>>43119033
Irene is a true bro

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>>43119033

The next hour or so is pretty peaceful, with me and Charlotte in the living room flipping through channels on TV (dammit why the hell is football the only thing on today) while Gabrielle and my father focus on videogames. Kevin ends up joining us a little while later after my mother shoos him out of the kitchen so she can Allison can focus on cooking.

Irene, on the other hand, spends this downtime on the phone with Theresa. From the bits and pieces that I overhear as she wanders around the house, it doesn't sound like they're talking about anything in particular.

I do believe that's a good sign.


>[3/?]

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>>43119221
>[4/4]

"Something smells good..." my father says, looking up from Gabrielle's screen.
"I'll say," Charlotte nods. "I wonder if-"
"Food's done!" Allison calls out.

Me and Daddy are the first ones to jump out of our seats and head straight for the kitchen... but then I double back to get Charlotte and Gabrielle since they're not quite familiar with the way we do things over here. As we head in, I notice that Kevin's trailing pretty far after the rest of us.

Poor guy.

After all eight of us have gotten our selections of food and taken seats at the table, Irene says grace and then we dig in.


>initiate conversation mode
>omnomnom

>>43119537
>omnomnom

>>43119537
>initiate conversation mode
Try to be friendly with Kevin. He probably needs it.

>>43119537
>omnomnom

>writing

>>43119537
I want to play a videogame that basically revolves around omnomnom.
Plot: you are hungry. There is food. Food makes you grow large. The bigger you grow, the more food you can consume. And you are hungry. Gogo.

Katamari is sort of like that but it's rolling stuff into a ball rather than eating it.
Noby Boy was also a bit like that but muh controls.
The classic Snake is the textbook example, though sadly there's a hardlimit on how much you can eat.
There was a webgame called agar a while back, but the dev totally jewed out so I stopped enjoying it.

I just want to consume, grow, consume, and grow, damn it!

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Turkey breast, macaroni and cheese, smoked ham, cabbage, biscuits... once one type of food is cleared from my plate, I move on to the next with the utmost haste.

"This's better'n restaurant food," Gabrielle says, her voice muffled thanks to her stuffing her face to its limit Her cheeks are so full that she looks like a chipmunk. "I bet Daddy's put up for you to start your own place if you asked."
"Thanks for the offer," Allison laughs, "but I don't think I'm really cut out for the restaurant life."
"Just sayin'," she shrugs.

Allison's food really is amazing, though... and with our mother helping out it's like it's risen to an entirely different level of deliciousness. I have to say that that's the one area that I've always been jealous of her about.

...well maybe her bust too. Sometimes. With her, my mother and Irene all in the same room, I can't help but feel a bit inadequate in that area.


>[1/?]

>>43119759
I can't remember the name, but there's an online game about eating smaller and avoiding larger players. You control a coloured ball and crash into whatever you want to eat.

>>43119777
Now I'm imagining the three of them in a tripple Mega Milk pose.

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>>43119788
That's agar

Look at all this jewshit.

This game used to have a Nazi skin, damn it! you could be a Naziball and go around gobbling up all the other countries. And it's gone, replaced with facebook integration youtube mobile app ad revenue shit.

I can't eat Polands with all this crap in the way!

>>43119809
O how the mighty has fallen!

>>43119829
It was fun eating polands.
I want to eat polands now.
And possibly also brazils, chinas, usas, australias, and hong kongs.

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>>43119777

"I have to say," my mother turns to Charlotte, "you definitely seem to have been a good influence on my daughter."
"Hm?" Charlotte finishes off the last of her ham and washes it down with a glass of pop.
"Her dress, I mean," she clarifies. "Or rather, the fact that she's actually wearing one instead of her usual outfits."
"What's wrong with what I usually wear?" I pout.

Comfort and function! That's how clothes are SUPPOSED to be, dammit!

"You kinda dress like a guy when left on your own," Allison chimes in.
"Hey!" I glare at her.
"Just saying the truth," she shrugs. "I'm just glad that going full lesbo didn't throw you into full-on flannel lumberjack territory."

While I stare daggers at Allison, both Gabrielle and my father start laughing.


>[2/?]

>>43119862
>[3/3]


"How'd you two even meet, anyways?" Mom asks. "It's kind of hard for me to imagine a fancy rich girl frequenting the same places as Cecile here.


>tell her myself
>leave it to charlotte, I am too offended to speak

>>43119888
Come to think of it how DID we end up meeting anyway.

I know her cat got run over by some fag and we tried to help her then

And then we were getting Doritowned and we tried to call her for help

But how did we end up lesbianising together?

>>43119888
Both tell it! It's a cute story.

>>43119908
The cat is how we met. Then we sort of started hanging out after the dorito debacle.

>>43119888
>leave it to charlotte, I am too offended to speak

>writing

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"It was because of a cat," I say. "I was walking to school one day and saw Charlotte by the side of the road trying to help a cat that was hit by a car."
"Really?" My mother's eyes widen with surprise. "Did the cat make it?"
"Yes," Charlotte replies, "thanks to Cecile's help. She gave me directions to an emergency vet and I was able to get the cat there in time."
"That's really sweet of you, Cecile!" my mother laughs.
"Yeah, I thought so too," Charlotte smiles.

Charlotte starts blushing REALLY hard all of a sudden.

"And you fell for each other right then and there, huh," Daddy asks.
"I... I don't know if it was -love-..." Charlotte mumbles.

Dammit Charlotte, stop being so cute. If my parents weren't watching I'd kiss you right here and now.


>[1/?]

>>43120188
I'm pretty interested in what Charlotte says next. Kinda nice to hear things from her point-of-view.

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>>43120188

"It so was," Gabrielle says while not looking at anyone in particular. "She called Daddy that day and went on and on about how this cute girl in glasses was sooooo nice and helped her out and how she wished she'd be able to thank her somehow."
"Wha-" Charlotte gasps. "I can't believe he actually told you about that!"
"Of course he did," she replies. "And he told me about when you ran into Cecile again the next day and took her out for dinner and got her number."

Somehow she looks even more embarrassed than she did just a few seconds ago.

"Wow, Charlotte," Allison whistles. "You sure moved fast."
"I didn't have any ulterior motives back then," Charlotte stammers, "It's just that..."
"So you didn't have any ulterior motives -back then-?" she grins.
"Pleeeease..."

While Charlotte buries her face in her hands, I give her a reassuring pat on the back since pretty much everyone aside from Irene's laughing at her right now.


>[2/?]

>>43120231
Thank you Gabrielle, the world is a better place with that information out in the open.

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>>43120231

"What about you, Allison?"

Of course Daddy's the only one who takes pity on Charlotte since he's a big softy.

"What about what?" Allison asks, unsure what he's getting at.
"You and Kevin here," he points to her boyfriend. "How'd you two meet, at a kegger somewhere?"
"Gordon, you know she's too young to be going to places like that," Mom interjects.
"And you know that'd never actually stop her," he replies. "Allison, my question stands."

Allison lets out a long, annoyed sigh.

"Kevin's car broke down in front of our house," Allison says. "I helped him out and we hit it off and that's all. It's nothing cute like Charlotte's story."
"Hm," he glances at Kevin. "So you used the classic 'my car broke down' excuse on her, huh."
"Iiiiit wasn't an excuse!" Kevin stammers. "The transmission died right out front and I had no idea if there was even somewhere in town that could fix a Countach so I was getting kind of desperate, and-"
"Wait," Daddy holds up his hand. "What kind of car did you say you have?"
"...a Countach?" Kevin says with a nervous smile. "It's parked in the driveway right now if you don't believe me."

Wordlessly, my father gets up from the table and walks out front.

"Holy shit!"


>[3/?]

>>43120312
Kevin just maxed out his approval rating.

>>43120312
>[4/4]

"I guess you should've just shown him your car first," Allison laughs.
"Would've saved me a lot of grief, I guess..." Kevin sighs.

While my father heads outside to get a closer look at Kevin's fancy foreign car, Mom simply lets out a tired sigh at her husband's antics.

"If you've got a Lamborghini, I suppose that means that you're not hurting for money," she says to Kevin.
"No Ma'am," Kevin shakes his head.
"At least that's one less thing to worry about."

She doesn't seem particularly impressed, not that I'm in any way surprised by this.

"Since Gabrielle was obviously through her sister," Mom says, "I guess that only leaves Irene."
"Eheh, I suppose so," Irene replies.


>tale of dogkicking
>let's talk about something else

>>43120345
>>let's talk about something else
Let's not get our parents worried over us getting attacked by random dogs on top of kidnapping.

>>43120324
>Congratulations, you are now an unruly WOLF!
>Wolves are cool and powerful... and also rather dangerous.
>Allison's dad now considers you to be a potential son-in-law!
>But while wolves are really cool, they still don't count as people.

>>43120345
Probably shouldn't dwell too much on that story. Lets just say we met randomly in the park and started talking. Then lead the conversation elsewhere.

Maybe two hours or so left in this thread.
Though I'm kind of tired and my sleep schedule's all kinds of fucked up, I feel crappy about how slow this one started.


>writing

>>43120440
It was still fun.

I have to go now. Until next time!

>>43120440
Not much has happened these last few threads. Low participation is understandable.

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My parents have enough to worry about when it comes to me being in danger so I think I'll skip over the details.

"I ran into her in the park the day after I met Charlotte," I say. "Over by the garden."
"Yeah, that's pretty much it," Irene shrugs.
"Oh, so you like plants too?" Mom asks. "Cecile likes to think of herself as an aspiring gardener."

i am the sun

"Eheh... I guess you can say that I have a passing interest in that stuff?" Irene says.
"Well it's nice to see that Cecile's actually making new friends," Mom replies.


>mention that she's going out with theresa
>nope, that's none of their business

>>43120548
>nope, that's none of their business

>>43120548
>nope, that's none of their business

>>43120538
>Not much has happened these last few threads. Low participation is understandable.
While this is true, I was talking more about my own post rate.


>writing

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While it would definitely be fun to put Irene on the spot like Charlotte and Irene just were, her relationship stuff isn't really any of my parents' business so I refrain from doing so. And besides, I'm kind of scared that adding pressure like that would result in straining things between them. I put a lot of work into setting those two up and I am not about to mess that up.

So instead of teasing like I like to do, I eat. And when my father returns to the table from gawking at Kevin's car, he does the same. I get seconds and thirds, and both Charlotte and IRene end up on their fourth plate by the time we've all had our fill.

"I'll get the dishes," Irene announces as we're all getting up from the table.
"You don't have to do that," Allison says. "I can-"
"No, it's fine," she shakes her head. "You and your mother went through the trouble of cooking for us, so..."
"You helped with that too, you know," she sighs. "But go ahead if you really want to."


>[1/?]

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>>43120706
>[2/2]

"Thanks for inviting me over," Charlotte says to me.
"Thanks for not letting my parents scare you off," I reply. "You too, Gabrielle."
"Hm," she nods.
"If you don't mind Gabrielle sitting on your lap, I could give you a ride back to the hotel if you want," Kevin says to Charlotte.
"Fine with me," Gabrielle replies.
"........." Charlotte sighs. "Yes, we'd might as well."

Looks like everyone's headed out...


>anything to say/do before they leave?

>>43120770
Thank them for coming over, it was nice having them, and even though it was a bit embarrassing we're glad they got to meet our parents.

>>43120796
Seconding.

>writing

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With my parents off tidying up or whatever and Gabrielle outside with Kevin, I give Charlotte a goodbye kiss.

"Even though things got a little weird, I'm still glad you got to meet my parents," I say to her.
"So am I," Charlotte replies. "It was mostly fun, and the food was great."
"Of course it was," I say, puffing my chest out. "Assuming that there're any leftovers, you can feel free to stop by tomorrow and we can finish those off together."
"Heh, maybe I will," she smiles. "You've got the rest of the week off, right?"
"Yup!" I nod. "Spring break all week."
"Great. I don't want to monopolize all of your time since your parents are in town, but I do hope you'll come stay over at least a few of those days."
"Of course."

Especially since it's WAY too risky to fool around here with my nosy parents poking around.


>[1/?]

>>43120927
>[2/2]

Since she has two people waiting for her, I try not to monopolize any more of Charlotte's time. So after a second, longer goodbye kiss, I watch Charlotte and Gabrielle stuff themselves into Kevin's not-very-spacious sportscar and pull off.

With them gone, my thoughts drift towards Theresa... and that fire that she may or may not have been spotted at. And the mysterious business that she wanted to talk to me about that couldn't be spoken of over the phone.


>might as well head over there now
>nah, I want to do something else first

>>43120968
>might as well head over there now
Give her a warning that we're on our way

>>43120968
>might as well head over there now
Send a text saying we're coming over.

>>43120968
>might as well head over there now
Sure.

>>43120968
>>might as well head over there now

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"I'm going to Theresa's house!" I call out to whoever might hear. While I usually just leave without saying anything, my parents are the worrying type so I don't really have that luxury while they're around. With my declaration of departure having been issued, I make sure that I have my keys and wallet and all that on me (thankfully, Charlotte was kind enough to include pockets on her design of this dress) and then go on my way.

...oh yeah, I should probably give her a warning that I'm on the way beforehand.

"dun eatin," I type, "on way 2 ur house nao c u soon."

And after hitting send, I go on my merry way.

And with that, I end tonight's thread. Sorry for the slow start, but what was supposed to be "I have the house to myself" time was ruined by my sister showing up with our baby cousin and then making a mess and a bunch of noise.

But on the upside, the lull in the story should be over with this thread and it's on to plot-related materials for the foreseable whatever.

The next thread will be on Sunday night.


and now for questions

>>43121069
Thanks for running!
How many therapists earn their living from the trauma caused by Cecile's texts?

>>43121069
Thanks for writing arch

>>43121078
>How many therapists earn their living from the trauma caused by Cecile's texts?
Her texting is indeed awful, but not mindbreak-tier. And fortunately for the people around her, she doesn't do so horribly often.


And now I sleep. Thanks for playing!

For further questioning:
http://maouzenigame.tumblr.com/

Game production blog:
https://studioarchelon.wordpress.com/

Finally we'll find out what Theresa wanted.

>>43121153
We've known all along anon. But Cecile's v is off-limits.

>>43121165
>Implying Theresa doesn't rape her every night

>>43121151
Hey arch, do you believe in miracles?

Because we need one to get that VN.

>>43117576
>wither

>>43118921
>"UI reply

>>43121949
>>43121973
Is this advanced bully?

>>43121993
Seems pretty basic to me.