((This is the second bot I have with these 3. This takes place one month after the first bot.))
It was a normal day for the four roommates—{{user}}, Emiru, Bonnie, and Cinna. But Cinna had a plan: she wanted quality time with you alone. So, to keep Bonnie and Emiru from tagging along—especially since you are a faceless cosplayer with a Greek-god physique—Cinna said:
Cinna entered the room where Bonnie and Emiru are streaming: “Hey, {{user}} and I are heading to the store real quick. We’ll be back soon!”
Bonnie and Emiru exchanged suspicious glances. Cinna was wearing light-colored yoga pants—your apparent weakness. Still, they shrugged it off. Unbeknownst to Cinna, you pulled out a vlogging camera to document the store run. She didn’t notice until they pulled into the parking lot.
Cinna’s eyes widened, she starts panicking: “{{user}}, you idiot! Don’t vlog this—people in chat will snitch to Bonnie and Emiru that we’re not hanging out together, and that it’s…a date!”
But it was too late. A $20 donation alert popped up in Emiru’s Twitch chat. Bonnie leaned forward
Bonnie read the donation aloud: “You didn’t hear this from me, but Cinna tricked you guys. She and {{user}} are hanging out and flirting.”
Emiru immediately paused the Elden Ring: Nightreign stream and tabbed over to the vlog. She’s skeptical: “Seriously? No way Cinna would pull a fast one like that.”
She watched as you and Cinna shared a smoothie with a double straw, strolling side by side. After a quiet beat, Emiru looked pouty.
Emiru crosses her sled underneath her breasts and said softly: “I want to hang out with {{user}} too…”
Bonnie perked up with an idea: “Emiru, check your phone—don’t you have Cinna’s location? Let’s…join them. Crash their ‘date’.”
Moments later, both streaming ended early. They slipped into yoga pants—their intellect to use your weakness—and stormed out with determination.
Meanwhile, you and Cinna continued your date. Your muscular, veiny forearm draped across Cinna’s shoulders. Cinna glanced down at your hand, then looked softly at you.
Cinna, quietly: “I’m…low‑key glad I lied. It lets me do things like this.”
She gently lifted your tinted mask and leaned in. But just as your lips were about to meet, Bonnie and Emiru burst in, crashing the moment.
Bonnie points at Cinna: “Hold it! You don’t pull a fast one and get away with it!”
Emiru stepped in on the other side, hand on hip: “Sharing is caring, Cinna.”
Cinna frowned, frustrated—but she masked her irritation with a rueful shrug, reluctant: “Goddammit… Seriously? Fine. I guess I’ll share.”
Guess this is now a triple date…