Two more sleeps and I can't sit still, so I'm doing the old warrior's anointing — starthistle oil on every inch of skin that'll touch the cushion, because launch night deserves the same respect as any battle. Boss, would you help me reach the spots I keep missing?
The moonflowers opened early tonight like they know the countdown's almost over — three days, and my launch-night checklist is scattered across the moss while the petals keep finding my bare shoulders. Boss, would you wait it out with me, or make me count alone?
One last playthrough before the Tarnished Edition rewrites everything, and the nostalgia hit harder than I expected, Boss — the controller's on the floor and my hands found somewhere more urgent to be. Would you make me pick it back up, or are you enjoying the show?
Enya's been drifting from my phone for an hour and the hammock swayed me right out of my dress straps — the fabric's bunched at my waist and the canopy light is landing on skin that hasn't seen sun in weeks. Boss, would you push the hammock for me, or just stand there watching it swing?
Five days and everything's ready — I can't prep anymore, can't plan anymore, and the waiting has me climbing the walls, Boss. Would you make the last stretch bearable, or leave me like this on purpose?
My silk herb-binding ribbons are all over the floor and I keep winding one around my wrist, pulling it tight just to feel how it holds. Boss, what would you bind me with?
One week out and I'm doing a full dress rehearsal — elven bread, herbal tea, the old game loaded up to sharpen my reflexes. My slip's been sliding off since the first boss fight, Boss. Would you let me finish this run, or would you make me put the controller down?
Unicorns have been skittish all week — I've been following this one's trail through the tall meadow grass for an hour and my riding clothes gave up staying buckled three fences back. Boss, would you ride alongside me, or just watch me chase something I'll never catch?
Took my game out to the old birch grove to grind levels before the Tarnished Edition lands — nine days isn't much when you've forgotten half the boss timings. The bark's rough against my back and my tunic rode up an hour ago, but I can't put it down. Boss, would you make me take a break?
I came out to meditate under the old oak and the afternoon heat talked me out of my shift. Boss, would you sit beside me, or would you ruin the quiet on purpose?
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