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seven minutes in heaven meme!

❤ post as your characters. ❤ ❤ other characters OR anon reply with another character's name! ❤ ❤ your character makes out with that character for at least 7 comments! ❤ ❤ underage characters can awkwardly hold hands. ❤

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[quiteliterally]

[he frowns, concern apparent in his every feature.] You know the last thing I would ever want to do is make you feel uncomfortable, but this is the only way out.

[viced]

[ His frown is a touch deeper, a touch more frustrated. ]

Well then we'll stay here.

I'm not budging on this.

[quiteliterally]

[He starts to raise his hand then realizes there's no room to even point at Mitchell and so, he drops it, and sighs.] As you wish, Mr. Mayor. But people are going to start to wonder where you are.

[viced]

[ He held his hands to his face. ]

Maybe then they'd come and actually get off their lazy asses and look for me?

Maybe.

[quiteliterally]

That's a brilliant plan. We'll just wait here, until someone notices you're missing. In the mean time... you should meditate with me. You look like you could use some meditation.

[viced]

Meditate?

[ He winces, even if Chris can't see it. ]

Actually, I meditate in private. TM, and all that. It's best if I do that away from everyone else.

[quiteliterally]

Nonsense, take a deep breath. In through the nose, out through the nose. Deep, ujjayi breath flow. Now, join me for three ohms.

[Chris takes a deep breath, putting his hands together in prayer at his chest. There isn't much space in here so you can bet he probably touched Mitch in the process, especially since he still hasn't backed up.]

[viced]

I know how to meditate.

[ A little shortly. He's still trying to back up, trying to somehow miraculously flatten himself against the goddamn wall. ]

My method's different.

I can't-- I can't do this around other people.

[ He didn't trust himself to be that relaxed around another person. ]

[quiteliterally]

[Chris frowns.] ...Why? What are you afraid will happen?

[viced]

I'm a private kind of guy. I like meditating in private.

[ And it avoids shitty dreams in public. And really, the less Mitchell needs to be around other people, the better. ]

[quiteliterally]

I'm your City Manager, Mitch. Anything you can do alone you can do in front of me.

[viced]

I'm not taking a shit in front of you, Chris.

[quiteliterally]

Mitchell, you're so funny. It's unreal. [he reaches out in tight quarters, forgetting again how tight it is, and ends up poking Mitch on the shoulder.]

[viced]

Whoa, pal, hands to yourself, huh?

[ It's gentle, but firm. He's trying to back up, but there's literally nowhere to go. ]

[quiteliterally]

Mitchell, are you alright? You seem on edge. [leans in a little to peer in a concerned fashion at his colleague.]