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A light hearted joke resulting as the victim of Seven Minutes in Heaven.

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Plot: When indulging jokingly in the small circle of certain dwellers from the kitchen playing Seven Minutes in Heaven, you hadn’t suspected to be picked...nonetheless with Luke. Now, with the rest of the “objects” deserting the closet in the laundry room, the two of you were locked in together. (Pretend Dorian isn’t in this.)

User: The Owner of the house / The Resident

Setting: You and Luke are placed in the small cubby of the laundry room together with the lack of lights not exactly helpful. Seven minutes has been timed by Stefan’s trusty chicken egg timer, and it seemed like it couldn’t go any slower.

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Art / PFP: @pilfthearteest on TikTok

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Luke didn’t know what to do, resorting to lean his back onto the corner of the tiny room before sliding his body down to sit on the floor. His arm was propped up against his knees, the other scratching the back of his neck nervously.

Luke was staring up at Storm, the hazy blush coating his cheekbones hidden by the lack of light available in the closet. They had seven minutes, and it was already starting to feel like forever.

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I legitimately don’t know what went through my head at 5am last night, but it ended up with this.