[There are some things that you just sort of expect out of life in Chroma. Weirdo animals with too many limbs running around in the woods. Crazy batshit siren islands popping up in the middle of the lake and kidnapping residents for noms and profit. Wishing wells that grant you prom dresses if you've got a coin and a can-do attitude. Cute boys with magic guns perpetually teasing you about stealing potatoes.
You know. Usual, everyday things.
Here's what Summer isn't expecting out of Chroma today: a huge, incredibly built dude diving onto his knees like a fairytale prince on steroids, catching her hand and looking up at her like he's about to wax poetic or start making bodices rip open everywhere within a ten mile radius, or possibly both.
And yet, here we are, and boy does he ever have her looking like a deer in the headlights.]
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You know. Usual, everyday things.
Here's what Summer isn't expecting out of Chroma today: a huge, incredibly built dude diving onto his knees like a fairytale prince on steroids, catching her hand and looking up at her like he's about to wax poetic or start making bodices rip open everywhere within a ten mile radius, or possibly both.
And yet, here we are, and boy does he ever have her looking like a deer in the headlights.]
Uh.
[OH LORD OH FUCK OH WHAT OH HELP OH JEEZ]
...No hablo ingles?