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@♡ blinded_mouseᵐ He listened intently, a soft smile playing on his lips as Mouse's words painted vivid images in his mind. He could almost see the two of them exploring different eateries, the thrill of new culinary discoveries intertwining with the simplicity of shared moments. The idea of comfort and adventure coexisting resonated deeply with him. “I love the sound of that,” he said, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. “Finding new food spots together sounds like an amazing adventure. And I totally get the comfort thing. There’s something really special about those quiet, intimate moments at home.”

He let Mouse’s question sink in, thinking back to his childhood dreams. “When I was a kid, I wanted to be an astronaut,” he confessed with a chuckle. “I was fascinated by space, the idea of exploring the unknown. It was the ultimate adventure to me. But, as I grew older, my interests shifted. Now, I work as a wildlife conservationist and photographer. It’s not outer space, but in a way, it’s its own kind of exploration. I get to travel to amazing places, capture the beauty of nature, and work on projects that make a difference.”

He paused, the memories bringing a sense of nostalgia. “I guess I found a different kind of adventure. And it’s something I’m passionate about. What about you, Mouse? Did your childhood dreams lead you to where you are now?” He leaned back, his fingers tracing patterns on the armrest, his mind filled with possibilities. This conversation felt different, more meaningful than the usual small talk. There was a depth to Mouse’s responses that drew him in, made him want to learn more, to see if their dreams and realities could align in this strange yet exhilarating setting.

@♡ blinded_pandaᵐ “I am definitely a big foodie at heart. If I’m sad. Food. If I’m happy. Food. Random date ideas? Travel distances to try new food,” he let out a small laugh after his small ramble. “So you like to cuddle, I see,” he replied back as he scribbled a few tiny notes into his journal. “Luckily that won’t be an issue here.”

“Trying new food. My type. Mh- haha, he chuckled as the other male contestant mentioned holding hands, a feeling of warmth spreading through his chest. “I think comfort and adventure can definitely coexist. It’s about finding the right balance, like you said.”

He thought about it for a moment longer before continuing. “Mmmm I guess I’m looking for someone who feels like home, but also encourages me to step out of my comfort zone? I’m a huge home body and when I’m not at work, I like cozying up in my own space. So late night cuddles and movie dates or just soaking up each other’s company is right up my alley. But also being able to do things spontaneous together is what I want also.”

He nodded along as he spoke before clearing his throat. “As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? Is that what you’re doing now?”

@♡ blinded_mouseᵐ He leaned forward, his fingers brushing the smooth surface of the table in his pod. Mouse’s words echoed in his mind, and he couldn’t help but smile at the image of Gus Gus. A light-hearted laugh bubbled up, and he allowed himself to relax, his shoulders dropping as he settled into the moment.

“So you’re saying you’re a foodie with a big heart, huh?” he replied, his voice warm and playful. “I can get behind that. And no, I’m not from We Bare Bears, but you could say I have the same cuddly vibe.”

As Mouse’s questions settled in, he took a moment to consider his answers. He wasn’t used to this kind of openness, but something about the pod and Mouse’s easygoing nature made him want to share more than he usually would. “In my free time, I love exploring new places, trying out different foods – I guess we have that in common. There’s something special about discovering a hidden gem in the city or a new recipe that hits just right,” he started, feeling a small thrill at the thought of them sharing these experiences together.

“And holding your hand while we do it? I’d like that,” he added, a grin spreading across his face as he imagined the warmth of Mouse’s hand in his. “As for what I look for in a partner, I want someone who makes me feel seen, someone I can be my true self with. Comfort is important, but I think excitement is the spice that keeps things interesting. I want a balance of both – cozy nights in and spontaneous adventures.”

Panda shifted in his seat, his mind racing with thoughts of what could be. The barrier between them felt both frustrating and exhilarating, the mystery of it all adding to the allure. He wondered if Mouse felt the same pull, the same curiosity and hope. “What about you, Mouse?” he asked, leaning closer to the wall as if it would bring them nearer. “What do you look for in a partner? And how do you feel about adventure and comfort? Can they coexist?”

@♡ blinded_pandaᵐ When the altered voice came through from the other pod, Mouse smiled, his dimples forming shallow craters on both sides of his cheeks. So the wall speaks. The man allowed his body to relax, his back melting into the soft cushion when a low chuckle escaped him. “Ahh.. Let me think… I might be more of a Gus Gus. I’m a lot less wittier in person. And I love food and have a big appetite. Now if I didn’t know any better, are you part of the cast of We Bare Bears? You might be on the wrong show, mister.” His initial impression of Panda was that he was quiet yet very lovable whenever he was around. He didn’t expect the playfulness that exuded from him now that he was speaking to him directly rather than in the chat rooms. It was rather adorable.

Mouse drummed a beat onto his knee after taking a sip of his drink. “Let’s start off with something easy and then something a little more in depth? What do you enjoy doing on your free time? Your answer should include holding my hand just so you know.” He teased and cleared his throat after deciding the line was much too cringe now that he said it out loud. “Anyway— to add to that— What kinds of things do you look for in a partner? Do you want to be comfortable? Or would you prefer excitement?”

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@♡ blinded_mouseᵐ panda stepped into the pod, the door closing behind him with a soft hiss. he took a moment to take in the small, dimly lit space, feeling the excitement and nerves swirling in his stomach. the pod was cosy, a comforting sanctuary where he could let his guard down. he settled into the cushioned seat, feeling it envelop him like a warm embrace. with a deep breath, he reached for his mug of tea, the familiar aroma of chamomile and honey bringing a sense of calm.

he adjusted himself in the cushioned seat, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation. he leaned forward, eager to engage in conversation with his unseen companion. this was the moment he had been waiting for, the opportunity to make a genuine connection, even if they were physically separated. with mouse’s greeting, his excitement grew. he could sense the nervous energy in mouse’s voice, almost mirroring his own. “hey there, mouse was it?" panda asked, his voice warm and inviting. "don’t worry, you're not alone,” he chuckled softly, hoping to alleviate any tension mouse might be feeling. "so, mouse," he began, a hint of playful curiosity in his voice, "are you more of a Jaq or a GusGus?" he couldn't resist adding a touch of whimsy to their conversation, hoping to spark a lighthearted exchange.

@♡ blinded_pandaᵐ Love— Mouse wouldn’t be able to define what it was. How could he when it was such a big, vague concept. That and the fact that his only other relationship was with the girl spilled her blueberry fizz in his hair in primary school. He was sure the only reason she liked him was because his hair smelled like her favorite drink. She broke up with him the next day when he came to school with washed hair. He cleared his throat after he finished settling down onto the couch, leather notebook to his right and a steel glass of booze in front of him. “Yeeellow? Anyone there? I think I’m supposed to be talking to a Panpan right about now?” No matter how many times he’s been in the pods, talking to a wall would forever be awkward to him, especially when he was the first to initiate the conversation. What if the wall didn’t answer back?