one of my biggest issues when i comes to games is the lore. and yes, i know pgr had very intense lore(and sad lore) but you see the problem isnt the game.
its me.
i skip everything, no exceptions. (not even otome games where the entire point of the game is the story)
AND I ACCIDENTALLY SKIPPED THE PGR BDAY WISHES ON MY BDAY BECAUSE I GOT BORED
its a problem because i go look at fandom stuff and when the lore gets brought up i look like a rookie who just started because i dont understand anything
yet im pretty veteren(i think? i entered during rosetta patch so)
how am i supposed to explain that the only thing i know about my fav characters is from their affection stories, interlude and voicelines
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stoppp this is so cute
literally all i need in my life
“I can't keep accepting your favours like this. I...need to do something in return.”
“Oh! How about this: peel this orange for me, then.”
Curiosity and confusion is evident in Chrome's face as you hold out the fruit in question in front of him.
On one particularly hot afternoon at the Strike Hawk Lounge, you are lounging in Strike Hawk's lounge, still wearing your pajamas with a few small oranges in your lap, with sleepy eyes obviously drowsy from your long nap. You are found sitting in one of the four bean bags in the room, specifically, Chrome's seat. Although the captain had no problems with that—he'd never even find any problems with you anyway— Chrome finds it endearing enough that you were handing him something that doesn't even need to do.
“Um...?”
“You don't like oranges?”
Chrome shakes his head, “No, I just...find it, quite odd. I thought you were going to ask for something hard to do, like carrying a sofa or a bed...”
“Are you kidding?” You wave your hand that held the orange, beckoning him, “Peeling oranges are hard enough! Come and sit, I have a trick to show you.”
“Is that the trick you wanted to show me?”
The hand-sized orange looks heavy, but had fit perfectly in the palm of your hand. You moved a little to have some space for Chrome to sit next to you. Smiling, you slip an identical orange in his unknowingly open hand.
“Could be!” Giggling, your fingers lightly graze the rind of the orange in his hand, “Look, peeling oranges are so time-consuming and messy at some point.”
Turquoise eyes trailed your every movement, intently studying what you were doing. Scratching the pedicel, or the top of the orange, you peeled off one part of your orange. Some juices poured out of the opening you've created, but you nonchalantly wiped it off by your arm
“You can get a lot of stains, too, if you're not careful. That's why it can be messy. Peeling the skin and the white parts off can be frustrating for me.”
Chrome understood, but as someone who had been eating orange by himself since he was young, he found it quite hard to comprehend your words. But seeing your focused eyes, he decided to keep on looking at you, nodding at your every word.
“It does seem like a lot of work.”
“Mm,” you nodded, a little grin on your lips when you've fully peeled the orange, “when I was younger, my mom would peel oranges for me, because I never liked doing it.”
He watches as you delicately pull off the white parts. Slowly, trying not to squish the orange. Carefully, trying not to spill. He watches and watches, in wonder, as the smile on your lips seems to grow brighter with your work, heat willingly growing in his chest.
“I realized,” you whispered, “that it must be love, then.”
Ah, love. The word that Chrome knew you were infatuated with, always looking for it in everything you do. It must have been interesting, for you, even when you were living in an apocalyptic world. You've had that conversation with Chrome, yet Chrome was still perplexed with your thought processes. But now, watching you underneath the lights, happily peeling away the orange, watching you smile— what was the feeling that was knocking in his chest?
“How so?” Chrome asked, leaning forward.
“Doing things willingly for someone without waiting for an exchange. You value that person a lot, so you would do anything for them, even the most mundane things.” You paused, looking at Chrome with a bright smile, “Isn't that the very value of love?”
Oh, Chrome understood you now. A little better, even.
His gaze sets in the orange in his hand, a little blush on his cheeks with the full realization of his feelings. “I see.”
“Here you go,” you proudly placed the orange in Chrome's free hand, cheekily grinning, “an orange for you.”
Oh. For once, realization hits Chrome harder than ever.
“Commandant,” Chrome said, the blush in his cheeks getting darker, “Are you insinuating something?”
You blinked at him before looking away. Amusement fills his eyes, eager to tease you as he sees your ears turn red.
“I-I don't know what you're talking about.”
“Commandant, why are you looking away from me, then?” Chrome pokes your cheeks, “Hm? Commandant?”
“J-just eat your orange, Chrome!”
Chrome's smile mirrored yours, “Let me peel one for you, Commandant.”
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