Artem "Longing"/Rewards
Private Messages
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Artem: Demonstration
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Artem: Here comes the tea. Help yourself.
Artem: Is it that scary? You even dropped your phone. Here, let me help you.
Artem: What is it? You're blushing and avoiding eye contact.
Artem: Is there something inside the phone... that I can't know?
Artem: Yeah, I'm ready. Show me.
Artem: Well, the story is quite special, but it's just a romantic comic after all.
Artem: No need to be ashamed of reading this. What was that reaction for?
Artem: ...I don't mind being your object of fantasies. But it won't be necessary.
Artem: I'm right here. If you're curious about the actions in the comic, I can show you right now.
Artem: I'm not lying. Come closer.
Artem: Actually, I didn't know that ties have such uses apart from being a decoration.
Artem: ...Now, you can't move your hands.
Artem: It's not a tight knot. Let me know if you're uncomfortable. I can untie the knot anytime.
Artem: Someone is looking for you. But you probably can't reply them now.
Artem: It's fine? Then let's just forget about it now.
Artem: Since you came here for me today, I prefer you to concentrate on me...
Artem: Whatever you wish to try, I can do it with you.
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Artem: Blackout
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Artem: ...I didn't expect a blackout in the middle of the dinner.
Artem: Don't worry. The building has backup batteries. The electricity should restore soon.
Artem: Are you okay?
Artem: Just leave the broken cup there. I'll take care of it. Don't touch it. Just don't hurt yourself.
Artem: Hmm?
Artem: Nothing, just some water dripping off the table.
Artem: Just got a bit wet. I can wipe it off.
Artem: Touching around like that... Are you really trying to help?
Artem: Considering the height of the table, the water wouldn't drip on my chest.
Artem: ...Watch out!
Artem: Don't panic. Rushing backwards like that will make you hit the table.
Artem: Stand up. Hurry. Don't sit on my lap.
Artem: Not that you're heavy. It's just that...if you keep pushing against me, things might get weird.
Artem: No need to wipe... it's almost enough...
Artem: ...Wait, don't touch around.
Artem: You really... Never mind, excuse me for a moment...
Artem: No need to help me with the flashlight on your phone. I need to get changed, so don't... come along.
