perfectmatch | week one

[The urge is too strong to fight. Once again, he materializes from the ether at the unintended summons.]

Did you call?

[?? bruh]

[He glances at the empty space next to Verso. Yes?]

[He's so confused.]

Are you... volunteering yourself to go with Yingying?

[Ah.]

No, that was not my intention . . .

Okay.

Then why did you think we were calling you?

[He feels like there're some lines of communication getting muddied up, here.]

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Ideal is my name.

[Please help him. He's flown too close to the sun.]

[Too late.]

...I thought Yi Sang was your name.

[how to have a language barrier without having a language barrier]

Whether it is odd, ideal, or simply Yi Sang, they are all my name.

So, does "Yi Sang" translate to "odd" or "ideal"? That would be like me responding to "reverse" or "opposite" every time I heard it.

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This again...

[ . . . ]

I urge you not to look at me with those eyes . . .

. . .But this is just how my eyes look.

[ jiiiiii ]

[ ???? where did he even come from... she laughs at his sudden appearance, entertained. ]

Verso was just talking about who might be a good match for me, [ you did this to yourself yi sang, she can't hold herself back ] I guess that's why you thought to appear out of nowhere?

[ just accuses yi sang of having a crush on her in front of everybody... it's too fun to tease these types, and he gave her the perfect opening for it. ]

[He blinks. His face tells when realization dawns of what he's done.]

Ah . . . No, I was merely . . . responding to what sounded like my name.

[Help.]

[damn, turned down, ice cold]

Oh, so that was it, okay...~

[ She pouts, looking off. Like a flower, she is feigning wilting and drooping all dramatically. ]

I guess you're not interested after all then!

[?!]

Miss Yingying, I would never . . . You are quite the lovely woman with a warmth few possess. That is, this is not a reflection of you, but of a poorly timed jest.

[Please don't wilt.]

[ She is truly playing with him like a fiddle, or a cat messing with its food. The way he started backpedaling and being earnest is way too adorable... she's not ashamed at all to fake being all bummed out to elicit it.

Plus, why is he always dropping romantic lines while being completely clueless? It's just funny. And cute. A warmth few possess, huh? ]

Hmmmmmmmm.... [ She draws out the sound, pretending to think. ] Alright, I believe you. Just playing around, huh?

[ She readjusts herself, propping her chin up on a hand from where she's laying. Changing the subject to put him at ease: ]

How did you suddenly appear like that?

[He himself is one thing due to his indifference, but he doesn't wish to inflict unnecessary hurt on others, much less someone like Yingying. As such, a calm settles over him when she lets the matter go.]

I have been here this whole time.

[He was just standing off to the side until opportunity struck.]

Here, come sit with everyone.

[ She draws her legs closer to her body, patting the seat next to her. ]

No need to stand off on the sidelines like that. Or else I might think you disappeared again.

[That shouldn't be a concern of hers. He has no reason to refuse, however, and so acquiesces by sitting next to her.]

. . . As you wish.