<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WWwpV9U.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Delaney Clarke (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308599.msg15011810#msg15011810)<br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Pansexual<br/><strong>Hometown:</strong>Mina, Nevada<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 July, 2019 | Night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hot Tub<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Bikini  (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/98/7f/04/987f04b1a9588d62ee52e7e52dac6582.jpg)<br/><strong>Coupled with:</strong>No one #SingleAF<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mark | Open<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Delaney didn’t say anything at first, but she indulged him with a half-hearted smile. He seemed genuine, and she had to admit that there was something welcome about his smile, but she was still feeling the pressure of the last several days and the looming recoupling. There was a part of her that wondered if she’d even be upset if she got dumped from the island. What would that even feel like? Rejection? Relief? Probably a combination of the two, she guessed.<br/><br/>“That’s a nice sentiment.”<br/><br/>Her smile broadened ever so slightly and she slowly scooted her way over to near where the tray was sitting so she could sit next to him rather than across. The most serious grievances had been aired, but she still wasn’t altogether certain how she felt about them.<br/><br/>The flute of milk set aside she took another churro and dipped it into the chocolate, then a second which she dipped into the caramel (in a much more reasonable fashion, mind you) and she held them both out so he could choose which one he wanted. Declining wasn’t really an option.<br/><br/>“Space and time are different here. So is kissing.”<br/><br/>She laughed softly and took a bite of whichever churro had ended up as hers and tried to parse the whole process. Her competition kisses had been with Devon and Logan, both incredibly different situations. Kissing people on this show felt easier, and yet infinitely more complicated. It wasn’t a situation where you kissed someone...realized it didn’t work...then just never saw them again. Here, you bought in or you didn’t, then you inevitably watched that person have to interact and possibly kiss other islanders. All while living harmoniously in the same villa...and sleeping in the same bedroom…<br/><br/>“I don’t know what to say except that I’m open to seeing how things progress but I’m not making any promises to anyone.”<br/><br/>Putting herself out there wasn’t something she struggled with, nor was the vulnerability this place instilled, but she didn’t want to hurt other people.<br/><br/>“And it’s going to take time for me to process how I feel about things and decide which feelings to trust. This place screws with everything...sometimes I don’t even know which way is up.”<br/><br/>She knew she wasn’t the only one that felt that way, though perhaps because it felt like less of a game than she had expected. And yet trying made a world of difference.<br/><br/>“You won the day with Churros, though. Apology accepted.” She smiled a touch more easily. “Where’d you get them?”<br/>