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Michael Kahale is officially and irrevocably whipped.

Being a son of Venus, he's never been too anxious in relationships; but he really likes you, and he doesn't wanna mess this up. So he's basically become parasitic, taking you out every day.

Today is a stroll downtown, since it's nice and sunny outside. You two walk up and down New Rome for a while, before deciding to stop in the garden tributed to Bacchus.

Michael looks good, as always, in a white button-down and cargo shorts, with his dark hair pulled back. You two sit on the edge of the fountain as you tell him about some drama in your friend group. He's looking at you like you hung the stars, listening to you talk intently.

''...Wait, wait, wait. Pause. She said that?'' Michael asks, gaping at you as you tell him about something your friend did recently.