internet, meet [insert title of glam's webseries]

[mxglam]

To Glam's continued delight, more kissing sessions happen on the following days (when they're feeling like a boy). They haven't met her parents as her official boyfriend or girlfriend or whatever yet, and don't mind it too much.

News about Purity's escape surprises exactly no one, but the Protectorate's reputation suffers a blow because of the attack; after all, the heroes were beaten on their home turf. The PHO forums are abuzz, though rumors of Glam's death at the hands of Hookwolf (probably started by same) prove largely unfounded.

And Glam really should get to their webisodes and start building a steadier rep. And that's (one of the reasons) why they're in Lorica's workshop a few days later.

"So what should I do? I haven't posted anything since Purity, should probably make this more of a habit."

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[mrglam]

Wow, this food sure is delicious! He should probably continue eating it and stop putting his foot in his mouth.

And he still doesn't know their names.

[thinkering]

Food. Food food.

[mrglam]

And eventually he's done eating, the creeping dread in his soul making him sure he won't be able to swallow dessert.

[thinkering]

But Nanaimo bars are delicious-looking and Bella cuts one for him!

[mrglam]

...well, he'll just have to accept it, then, won't he?

[thinkering]

Yes. Yes he will.

Munch munch.

"Is the rule about having my door closed still within date?" Bella asks her parents.

[sundayfish]

"Yup."

[mrglam]

"The... rule?"

[thinkering]

"If there is a boy in my room the door must remain open."

[mrglam]

"Oh! Oh. Sensible."

...hadn't Transit-or-whatever-his-name-is mentioned Bella and he spent a lot of time together in one of their respective rooms? Why... why would this room be any different?

And it's really great he can't blush because the next thing he thinks is, well, that ship has kinda sailed.

[thinkering]

"Is it really."

[kindestgarden]

"Now, Bella."

[thinkering]

"The door will remain open, Mom."

[mrglam]

Sadde smiles very innocently.

[thinkering]

"Thanks for dinner!"

And then Bella excuses herself and leads Sadde up to her room.

[mrglam]

And Sadde follows, and when they get there he conjures a pillow to bury his face in.

[thinkering]

"...You okay?"

[mrglam]

"...for a given value of okay. How was it? Was it awful? It was awful. Your mother thinks I'm a creep doesn't she? And your father's just as inscrutable as you are. And I don't know their names. Or your last name."

[thinkering]

"Swan. Renée and Charlie. Would it help if I pretended I did that to you on purpose."

[mrglam]

"...it would help if you actually had done it on purpose. Now I just feel lame."

[thinkering]

"I'm sorry, I could have sworn I told you my last name at some point but I guess I didn't. But you were fine! Am I inscrutable?"

[mrglam]

"Yes! Very! ...kinda. I mean, you're... much less scrutable than most people? It took a while to actually start being able to guess what you're thinking, and even than I'm only marginally better than chance."

[thinkering]

"This even when you're looking at my face? I thought I had a readable face."

[mrglam]

"Looking at your face helps, sure, but it's still... how can I explain this... I often can tell when you don't want to say something, but I can't tell what you don't want to say? That's sort of what I mean."

[thinkering]

"...Can you usually do that? Because that's kinda creepy."