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[ Well, that... certainly was a thing that happened. Viktor wishes he could unsee what he witnessed in the library, but it seems like it has etched into his memory forever. Thinking about it makes him sick to his stomach, and eventually he decides that he needs something to keep his mind off it, at least for a little while.

So around noon, a note goes up on the fridge: ]

If you need a distraction after what happened today, come to the dining room at 6 pm.
There will be food and we'll be playing truth or dare!
♥ Viktor Nikiforov ♥

[ There's also a cute doodle of himself underneath his signature. Later in the day, he writes copies of said note and slides them under everyone's doors. ]

[ Those who come to the dining room at will find that Viktor has made plenty of borscht, pancakes and open-faced sandwiches for them. He isn't the best chef ever, but it tastes pretty good and will fill you up! There's also juice, water, and a few bottles of alcohol for those who are old enough to drink; try to be responsible, okay.

And for the truth and dare, he's prepared shots of hot sauce as punishment for those who refuse a dare. ]

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Still gotta.

[HE REALLY WANTS TO SEE IT THEN.]

If y'ain't got nothin' nice to say, don't say anythin' at all!

[ !!! ]

Even if you're handsome you're not that dense! Why would I even do that?!

Edited (wording) 2017-02-09 07:30 (UTC)

Because you're bein' dared to. Unless you wanna toss back some hot sauce for me, babe.

[one or the other, elda..!!!]

[ Tch. ]

I'm not going to hold back on dares for this game.

But fine, I'll take your bait otherwise.

[ See, this is a compromise ]

[excellent.]

I'm lookin' forward to seein' it in action. Your turn!

Alright then, Gold, will it be truth or dare from you?

Truth.

[like fuck if he's giving elda the chance at a dare]

[ . . . Okay.

Let's call him out. ]

What'd your secret slip earlier this week say?

I should've chosen dare.

[Dammit. Gold looks pretty uncomfortable, but he's gotta, right.]

... Think I can just down one of those shots and skip this instead?

Nope! But because I'm being nice, I'll present an alternative...

[ And she holds up...

Her goblet of blood mixed with warmed water ]

[oh that is

so gross

can he stomach blood? could he? just looking at it is making his stomach feel queasy, a lot worse than some dumb secret, and gold's looking away.]

... It just said that I was afraid, that's all.

[As vague as Chiyuki's, something personal and specifically meant for him.]

[ Suit yourself. She's taking a sip, licking it around her lips and then sighing as she sets it back down on the table. She looks him over and takes a step closer, the red yeti costume sort of shifting as she does ]

I don't imagine you have the paper on hand, do you.

[He does, and he'll take the folded thing out of his pocket to show her the three words on it: Gold is afraid.]

Wouldn't lie about it. It's too dumb to lie about, you know? Seriously.

Not to you, clearly.

[ But she'll be reaching out to try and take the paper. She doesn't expect to get it, but... ]

You can get some special meaning out of just that?

[Oh, no, he's definitely not letting it go! After he shows her, it's going straight back into his pocket with a scowl.]

That ain't part of the truth. Ask another time if you're so damn curious.

[They're friendly now, but not that friendly.

... His reactions pretty much spell it out anyway.]

[ Hah.

She closes her fingers together, a smirk still on her lips, but she relents, backing up a step and dusting off the mascot costume ]

Alright, alright. You want another shot at me? Dare if you do.

[All the tension releases from him and he hums, tapping his foot.]

Let's see, let's see... Think I'll dare you to give someone you know a heartfelt letter. I've been makin' people do that tonight 'cause it's hilarious to see what they'll put in it.

A letter...? [ she blinks, surprised to hear that. ]

... What about?

I've been sayin' romance and love for everyone else, but I think just a buncha sweet nothings will do you well enough. Think you can manage it?

[She's still taken as far as he's concerned, hearing her talk about her (late-)hubby, so.]