the truth booth

[marriagebroker]

In keeping with the #aesthetic, the Truth Booth looks like a plain but quaint wooden gazebo up a hill, not too far away from the house. It's all out in the open too for everyone to see and snoop on if they so desire.

The only thing inside the gazebo is a large TV screen that will proclaim you and your "match's" fate, and two panels for each character to stand on.

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[enscene]

[Luckily, we already know that Furina is a pretty crier because she's done it so much.

There's so much to do now; no doubt, the manor is already working out what to do with the information their match provided. For right now, though, all Furina wants to do is get as much out of this joyous feeling as she can.]

Come on. I've had enough of crying to last me several lifetimes. [Crying over human worries feels different, though. It's just a natural thing.] You've already surpassed me with so strong an impression.

[hexensabbat]

[It really is nice, isn't it? This moment feels more private than anything leading up to it has been. The cameramen have gotten their key shots, and while they're still meandering around, the laser focus isn't there.

...

Furina's cried that much, huh? There's so much still Ringo needs to learn about her--wants to learn about her.

But... she's got the time to do that, right?]

No surpassing, remember? Just keeping up with you so we can keep walking side-by-side.

[A slow breath in, and when Ringo lets it out, it's much calmer and less shaky.]

... But I really am happy.

[enscene]

So am I. [She's pretty like this, too. Prettier, of course. Always lovely when she's shining brightly...which is always.

Furina breaks the hug but presses her forehead to Ringo's briefly as the embrace is separating, not quite being the one to deliver the lingering camera the kiss they're certainly desperate to steal a shot of.]

Shall we journey back together?

[hexensabbat]

[It's an even nicer moment than a kiss might've been, Ringo can't help but think. There's an earnest honesty to the way that Furina leans in and presses their foreheads together, and Ringo lets her eyes slide shut for a moment while it lasts, just... to soak up the moment.

And then, of course, she reaches out with her hand for Furina's.]

Let's! Everyone's gotta be waiting to praise us.

[As is their due, as the Victory Lesbians. Time for them to head back properly.]