week one | overflow

[marriagebroker]

Ok, weirdos.

Boom Boom Room | Property Damage
Truth Booth Voting | Match Ceremony Voting

Comments

[beatmatching]

She has opinions yes, terrible ones.

[ but maybe those even count for something here! a mild shrug. ]

[scooptimistic]

Terrible ones...?

[ Oh, dear. ]

Now there's an interaction I missed.

[beatmatching]

That's right.

[ waving a hand. ]

But it's barely worth mentioning.

[ read: she's barely worth mentioning. ]

[scooptimistic]

Okay, so in other words, not a consideration for you.

[ An answer's an answer. ]

[beatmatching]

Unless the show is looking for a certain angle, correct.

[ me breathing out that he's not like the rest of my guys going absolutely no, never!

the drama of it all, he understands. ]

[scooptimistic]

We can't entirely rule it out, but let's put it on the backburner for now. Any potentials in the meantime?

[ Her journalist side is showing again. ]

[beatmatching]

[ he gives her a bright smile. ]

I don't have a comment at this time.

[scooptimistic]

[ Smiling back just as brightly-- ]

Vastly unhelpful but I appreciate your candor!

[beatmatching]

Ask me next week and I might have an answer for you then.

[scooptimistic]

Okay, then! It's a date!

[beatmatching]

[ he nods, though- ]

What about an actual date?

[scooptimistic]

[ A blink. Another blink. ]

Next week?

[beatmatching]

That's right.

[fireball]

[ throws the first thing she can grab at the back of his head

it's a spoon ]

[beatmatching]

[ bullseye!

should've been a knife

he turns his head only slightly to look at her, his expression hidden by his hand as he checks for the damage. ]

Ouch.

[fireball]

[ maybe one day it can escalate to knife

Glaring at him, flat and completely insincere. ]

Oops. My hand slipped.

[beatmatching]

Of course. Sweaty palms tend to pose several hazards.

[fireball]

You'd know, wouldn't you?

[ what ]

[beatmatching]

[ what

but also he laughs. actual laughter, not the chuckles he's let out here or there. he holds up his hand and wiggles his fingers, the tips of which are a blue that creeps up down digits. ]

That's impossible for me, actually.

[fireball]

[ It's been enough days for her to get used to the whole idea of this house being populated with a number of non-normies, so she just scoffs and rolls her eyes. ]

Ugh. Of course you'd be a freakazoid too, wouldn't you.

[beatmatching]

Not at all. I'm as human as you are.

[ he's just. ill.

its some kind of miracle that his fingers still work as well as they do, but his desire to prove his point does not extend as far as to blatantly call out how weak he is. ]

[fireball]

You know that humans don't come in blue, right?

[ Said like she's very much questioning his intelligence right now. ]

[beatmatching]

[ he tuts a little. ]

Nevermind.

[fireball]

[ huffs ]

Yeah, that's what I thought.

[beatmatching]

[ he won't say anything else for now, but enjoy a particularly flat stare. ]