Over the course of the last few stories, fans of Kris-chan (read: Kris-chan) have complained about how she's been missing. Well, ladies and gentlemen, prepare yourself for a beautiful love story that takes about 24 in-game hours and gets me brutally murdered.

See, Kris and Clef are buddies. They met when the Threes first moved in to the neighborhood and pretty quickly became close friends. It only takes calling him over to the house to become best friends, but Kris isn't about to be satisfied with that. I won't let her.

Remember when I said I wasn't going to meddle in the affairs of my Sims, that I was just going to let them wander around and let AI take its course? Yeah, after watching them eat for about ten straight hours, I got sick of that. I threw my no-meddle policy out the window last time in order to push Endy and KC over the edge, and I figure since my word is already broken it won't hurt anything to throw Kris at Clef. Literally. I also sort of owe Clef one, after killing off his real-life girlfriend in a previous installment. Besides, one of her wants is to fall in love, and one of his is to WooHoo, so it's not like I'm really doing anything I said I wouldn't.

It doesn't take very long for the two of them to get all lovey-dovey sappy, holding hands and swaying in the breeze. I swear, I could push them over with a leaf, they're so head-over-heels for each other already.

Unfortunately, Kris has to leave for work, but not too soon for Cupid's arrow to properly hit its target. It looks like Clef, in order to maintain his new-found love, is going to subject himself to the Badboys' company.

Endymion: "Kris and Cle-ef, sittin' in a tree! F-U-X-O-R-I-N-G!"

Yeah, he's one to talk.

It's Clef's turn to return the invitation, and Kris is a little surprised by the greeting. Good thing she likes it, or else this could be classified as assault, and she's got the handcuffs right there on her belt.

Still, those could be good for something else....

I went ahead and built a little extra room onto the Three house, just after Clef asked Kris to stay the night and I realized there wasn't a bed for them to share. Mag has been laying around in his bed all day, and I didn't really feel like disturbing him, so it was easier to throw up a couple walls out here.

Those hovering lips should be a pretty good indicator of what comes next.

This is right around where real-life Kris stabs me in the face.

But they look so happy, it's almost worth the scarring.

Posted by Endymion at March 16, 2005 12:06 AM