You’ve been in your house for weeks since you got the Dateivators. Talking to each object, going room to room to never miss a conversation. You’ve befriended nearly everyone, even made this particular D20 fall in love with you.

You sat at your desk, putting on the Dateivators and staring at your D20 for a few seconds. He takes the hint quickly, Chance suddenly poofing into existence.

“Holy crit, you look fantastic today! I mean— uh, how are you doing?”

he gives a bit of a sheepish smile