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You’re right. There is no right way to play. But there is a sort of unspoken rule that threads are only known to the people playing them unless otherwise stated. I don’t find any fault in your roleplay at all. It’s just this situation that is obviously uncomfortable for the other muse. Even the muse said you shouldn’t know and is trying to get your muse to drop it. You can do whatever you want and I can’t speak for them, but I know I’d feel awkward.

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When that mun comes to me and says, please don’t, that’s when I listen. You, on the other hand, are … well. Stop shoving your preferences off on me.

And if you’re going to continue to hang around me, you want to check the rules of engagement page.

Once more, for posterity: I am not my muse. My muse is not me. Her reactions to things are not mine. And I do other muns the same courtesy.

No, actually. It was just me trying to keep you from embarrassing yourself. You can play with anyone whom you want to, and no one is allowed to tell you otherwise. But you were kind of breaking the forth wall and it was uncomfortable to watch, because your character shouldn’t be aware of what their characters were up to. I was trying to be vague and polite, but I can see it was taken the wrong way, i apologize. But you are definitely not going about playing with them in the right way,,,

I’m so tired of having to explain my reasonings.

Let me make this simple: I don’t get embarrassed about the way I play. Ever. I do what I do.

There is no such thing as ‘the right way’ to play.

That first message? That person chose to take it as in-character. I’m going along with that. I’ll admit, it’s hard to tell IC from OOC sometimes. But I was merely commenting as a person on the roleplay.

And, you know, you’ll get better results if you use your name.

A bouquet of red gladiolas appears on your doorstep with a gold leaf card attached to it. reading “For the girl who made me believe again. -G”. Likewise tied to the flowers by burgundy satin ribbon is a tiny translucent gold pouch containing glowing powder and a piece of parchment reading “stardust, not even kidding”.

Summer picks up the pouch, turning it over in her fingers, unconsciously smiling. “It’s beautiful. They’re beautiful. Thank you, Gabriel.” Wherever he was right now. Maybe he would come by and be able to stay for a bit. ‘Believe again.’ She shook her head. Silly angel.