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[So somewhere in the fabled and possibly unsanitary Middle of Camp, a boy is resting his pretty head on the lap of his robo-wife. And in the air? Cherryblossom petals, of course. Nevermind that it's autumn.
Oh, and the petals may awaken in you the DESIRE to be randomly fluffy and gay with someone too. We figure they're distant relatives of the mistletoe.]
((Fluff post! You don't have to necessarily be affected! The cherry blossoms are just mood makers. Slightly hypnotically suggestive mood makers. And possibly relaxants.))
Oh, and the petals may awaken in you the DESIRE to be randomly fluffy and gay with someone too. We figure they're distant relatives of the mistletoe.]
((Fluff post! You don't have to necessarily be affected! The cherry blossoms are just mood makers. Slightly hypnotically suggestive mood makers. And possibly relaxants.))