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lσvєstruck mαfíα | detention

Welcome to Detention!
Although it should technically be held in the school auditorium, detention is being held at the gym for reasons unknown. The floors here are smooth and sparkling clean, but they seem as if they will scratch and be dirtied quite easily. There are chairs stacked on one side of the gym, ready to be sat upon by unlucky guests. All the gym equipment is currently locked in the gym supply closet.
A few television monitors sit stacked on top of one another against one of the walls, all of which display scenes and audio from the classroom of love.
There is only one choice available to you here:
► Party
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There's something new every day. First they had bear meat -- stuffed myself silly that day. Then things like salad and cotton candy. And sometimes they do something really off the wall, like cover the floor in bean bag chairs or make everything red and green. Whoever's in charge of this place must be a riot!
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[That is highly amusing.
Rose finishes the end of her scarf, mysteriously appearifying scissors to snip the end, and hands it immediately to Morgan.]
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Hey, this is really well made. Not that I'm an expert, but... I can feel it! There's love in every stitch! You sure are talented, Rose.
[He holds it back out to her. Man, he wouldn't mind having a scarf like that.]
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No, I'd love to have it!
[It's not particularly cold (actually he's pretty warm in his robe and armor) but he slaps that scarf on RIGHT NOW and that is that.]
Thank you, Rose! Though that's twice now you've done something nice for me, and I've yet to repay you for the first time.
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[Hmmm.]
Oh! Do you like music? It's not much, but there's a great song I just remembered. I could sing it for you!
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[Regardless of her appreciation for music, she is interested.]
Please, go ahead.
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[Ahem. Morgan's singing voice isn't the most refined in the world, but it is bright, open, and soft in texture. The tune he sings is slightly awkward but he goes at it without a care in the world.]
♪ To say that you are cute
Would be like saying a strawberry is sweet,
'Cause a strawberry has secret flavors that are sharp, and tart, and red, and deep.
And I would love to find you growing wild out by the woods.
I would make a basket with the front of my shirt,
And take home as many of you as I could.
And to say that you are pretty,
Would be like saying that the ocean is blue,
'Cause the ocean is full of all kinds of colors,
And I see all kinds of things when I look at you.
And to say that you are funny would be like saying that the night sky is black,
'Cause the night sky is filled with stars and comets that no one has seen yet.
And I want to look at you,
Lying down on my front lawn.
I'll try to take you all in at once, but you just go on and on and on. ♪
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Then she claps, in earnest, though slowly.]
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