One day, after I got home and logged in, I saw an email from Darius, asking if I’d meet him at a “virtual carnival” that someone had set up on one of their lands. Apparently, it contained a lot of rides that I wouldn’t normally go on in real life, so I thought, why not? We were dressed in normal clothes this time, no furry briefs or helmets with horns, which made this outing seem more like a date than usual.
It was nice, walking around looking at all the rides, and even going on a few. Darius found a script that allowed us to hold hands, making this the perfect evening. After wandering around for a while, we found a bench and sat to eat some virtual cotton candy.
“Spencer, I have something I want to ask you?”
“Sure, go for it,” I replied.
“I think we should try to meet in person.”
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