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Millard

Your Peculiarity = Peculiarity absorption
Your POV
I was sitting at the table with Olive, Claire, Emma, and Horace. We were having a tea party, were we enjoyed the lovely cupcakes Emma made and the tea I had prepared.

We were all engaged in our own conversation. Me talking to Claire, who was sipping tea through her other mouth, and Olive telling Emma and Horace precisely how she was planning to prank Hugh later. All was well, until Emma proposed that we "Play truth or dare!" She exclaimed with an evil smirk. "I'll go first, since I came up with it. Olive, truth or dare."

Olive thought for a moment. "Dare!" She nodded. "I dare you to steal one of Fiona's flowers and bring it back."

We all snickered as Olive reluctantly got up from the table and trudged toward the garden. When Fiona wasn't looking, she snatched a daffodil and ran back to the table, placing it in front of Emma.

"There. Now it's my turn. Horace! Truth or dare?"
Without hesitation, Horace responded with "Truth."
"Is it lonely being the only boy to attend these?" She asked.

"No, not particularly. I quite enjoy the formal atmosphere that we usually have. I have no problem with being around girls." Horace shrugged. Horace was a nice lad. He was my friend, surprisingly. We didn't talk much, but I still thought of him as a companion. (I know this story isn't about Horace. This part plays in later I PROMISE!)
"My turn." He said.
"(Y/N), truth or dare?"
"Truth."
He glanced behind me and winked at something, though no one was there.
"Who do you fancy?" He smiled. I blushed a light pink. "Do I have to tell?" I asked desperately.
Emma sighed. "Of course, you don't HAVE to, but you can trust us!" She reassured.
I took a deep breath, and gave in. "Fine, I fancy..." I leaned into the table along with everyone else. "Millard..." I whispered.

Only a few minutes passed before I was dragged away from the table, and was joined by Millard in the sitting room. "I heard what you said..." he blushed.
"You were there?"
"Yeah..."
"Naked..."
"..."
"Millard"
"I know! But I'm dressed now!"
"Wait, did you pay Horace to do that?"
"Maybe..."
"*sigh* Millard, you could've just asked me."

He looked down at his feet. "Sorr-"
But before he finished I had jumped on him and kissed him right on the lips. He was surprised at first, but melted into it. It only lasted a few seconds, but it still gave me a sense of relief.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." Millard laughed. I giggled. "Same time tomorrow?"
Same time tomorrow."
He tipped his hat, and we were off to go our separate ways.
And let's just say, the tea table was ALL OVER IT.