is there any limit to what you won't make a game?

Archangel Raphael, how'd you get your wheel-eyes on so many saltines?

'"You don't even want what you're hoping for, you'd rather be her friend, you're a good friend. You idolize her, and you don't even know her, that's no way to start a romance. Good People don't want to be seen the way you see Good People. You don't want to ruin her, imagine how all your mutual friends, her sister is going to look at you when you send the prodigal daughter into meltdown, the perfect people pleaser finally outpaced trying to live up to your unethical impossible lore on your worship."'

'"You don't want to be Mormon's first Gomorra again or whatever idea she had about you that caused her to think your crush equals wordless ownership. "'

Esphoros aches, thinking maybe something they did actually pressured her to go through the motions, like they're sure her tone of hopelessness when she briefly spoke on daliences led them to believe she has done with too many monster-boys, Esphoros's just another in a line making her feel too greedy with her safety. She should never feel that way.

'"Your overcomable crush, especially if overcoming it meant you'd get to make the funniest, the kindest, the most interesting girl in the world happy."'

And it's true, you really would rather be friends, but she is a god, and you are a lamb. And she has eyes, and who wouldn't want to take advantage?

'"Well, considering what else she thinks she's "taking too much" about (everything) she probably feels guilty for what she's about to do, I better cheer her up. Considering she's doing it for me."'

Their hands finally reach the door. The ridged slow-release pokey aluminum handle that can only be opened with a slapstick / tilt to change their center of gravity, they freeze their feet into an ⅃ and drive the corner of their heel into the sidewalk like a dead bug, toes pointed up like their nose, all strength and right angles, they brace their right elbow, right hand gripping the sharp handle, with their left forearm squeezing their chest and the left hand glueing the crook of the right elbow down into their guts. The door begrudges an entrance at such an absurd display. Taking just a bit longer than the slow release allows.

Flashbanged by the fluorescents, their feet slightly shuffle beneath them, their hand jutting out to the side and clasping a??? railing? expecting to find the typical matching spiky aluminum threshold followed by the the contrast of flat freezing shiny fake-terrazo, but they are instead confounded by what is shortly revealed to be another oddly common design element in these parts, a splotchy cement ramp, covered in an attempt at a matte black. The ball of their left foot starting to skip down the slant when they realize the opportunity for another trick, an opportunity to hear the jolly laughter they were usually greeted with when it came to Her, it didn't mean they were special, she found just about everything amusing, but it was Special to amuse Her.

They grip the always-on-the-edge-of-chipping glossy black railing, gasping, slow motion surprise stretching across their face, driving their right palm down into the scaly texture, the harshness mediated by the now, closer embrace of satin gloves, in tandem with their right foot, they bend their knees and bend at the waist to give the appearance of lost balance and send a straight left leg flying forward, twisting their right foot to torque their body backwards, sending their left leg swinging towards the back door, like a wild boom pole in a storm, then swinging front again they bow, head down, face despicably smug, arms above like a bird to an audience they can't see. The effect is as a marching Nutcracker being swung on a spinning string, but as they gingerly clasp their hands behind their back and crouch-walk into the unknown, the staleness in the air tells them: no human eyes are even in vicinity.

What was this place? It has the look of unreal static that all artificially lit rooms do coming from outside, it felt like if you concentrated hard enough, you could change this place to Anything you wanted, Esphoros just wanted it to be a place with Her inside, their minds eye trying to locate Her before the rest of the room even loaded in. But it was,, it was generic looking? It looked like what your mind pictures when you hear "the inside of a building" a lobby.