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  1. Public Bookmark 45

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    Mob tries to stay in the present most of the time these days. 

    He meant to place Verity on the crafting table next to his bed before crashing onto it, he tells himself. Maybe it’s the truth. 

    But by the time he had gotten so, so comfortable, a rustling from his hoodie pocket made him jump.

    Verity. 

    Or, Mob accidentally cuddles with Verity.

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    12 Jul 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 62

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    Mob noticed the people around him backing away to clear a path, murmuring amongst themselves as a sickly yellow, bony hand entered Mob’s field of view.

    Mob looked up to a face that looked… wrong. Dark arched brows, a stretched and long face, and pitch black eyes stared back at him with a profound glee that was glaringly inappropriate for the situation Mob was in. (…) Something about the way he presented himself made Mob think of all the reasons Mob disliked clowns — the sheer vibrancy of the guy was enough to blind passerby.

    “Are you alright? You sure took a tumble there!” The young man chuckled, voice pleasant and warm and despite the inky void of nothingness resting within his eyes. It also sounded… disturbingly familiar, in a way that he didn’t want to place.

    Mob felt a little crazy with the parallels he was making in his mind.

    In which Mob ignores red flags like it's an olympic sport.

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    29 Jun 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 61

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    "What's this one called?" Mob mumbled, raising his head the taddest bit.

    "My Gal, by Niklas Gabrielsson."

    "Well, it's good."

    Verity's smile widened slightly. "I am pleased you think so."

    "Man, this is the kind of music you'd dance to."

    "It is."

    Mob pictured villagers attempting ballroom dancing and immediately regretted the thought; he chuckled to himself at the absurdity.

    Then Verity asked: "Would you like to dance?" Mob laughed again, a fair bit harder this time. "No?"

    "Why not?" Verity asked, a bit faster than he meant to.

    "'Cause I don't know how."

    "I could teach you." 

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    Verity teaches Mob to dance

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    22 Jun 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 17

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    His cheerful voice always creeped Mob out, even though he has grown a lot to it. Bad habits die har- okay, I’ll shut up now, sorry. He drags a hand down his face, pondering where he should be headed first. He really wants to mine, but the yellow ball will just tell him where the nearest diamonds are without him even asking, it's been also just in general weird to be around him the last few days. And partially traumatizing because he knows that Verity killed his friend, Twix. The ball tried to gaslight him, he just gave up with the questioning and shit and accepted that he will never get to say a valid argument without it just being shut down by the other. He grabs food… Wait, food?

    “Verity, did you- cook for me?...”

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    21 Jun 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 42

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    Verity knew Mob could have run farther away that day, but he hadn't, and he was happy about that.

    Mob knew he could have run farther away that day, yet he hadn't. He regretted it now.

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    21 Jun 2026