week two | dates

[marriagebroker]

Kiss the girl~!

Or guy.

Or person.

Or Messmer's snake.

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[beatmatching]

[ oh cute... he's trying. ]

To correct your complexion. [ will yi sang let him poke him under his eye. ]

[poans]

[Mmph. He will, in part because he doesn't expect it, blinking twice in muted bewilderment.]

. . . My complexion is the result of an extended stay indoors. Such a correction should naturally occur with time.

[beatmatching]

Your eyebags won't. [ luka's expression is just... see icon. ]

[poans]

[Why . . . ]

These have been ever-present throughout my life, as I have a known tendency to put off sleep.

[beatmatching]

[ his Enrichment. ]

And you're still doing that now?

[poans]

The books at the estate have seen many a reader turn their pages in recent days. I myself am one of them.

[beatmatching]

There aren't any books here. [ so come along ying sang, luka will grab ahold of his hand and pull him forward to the pedicure station. ]

[poans]

[Alas . . .

He lets himself be pulled along, but herein comes the first obstacle as he has no idea what he's to do in an establishment like this. Once they reach the pedicure station, he simply stands there with his hand in Luka's, looking every bit lost despite his usual impassive affect.]

[beatmatching]

[ not my phone saying yi sang doesn't have rights-

luka notices, looking back to him. ]

You've never done this before, have you?

[poans]

[He doesn't.

As always, he declines to meet Luka's eyes.]

No, I have not.

[beatmatching]

[ JAE!

luka doesn't quite sigh, but he does tsk. ]

The technicians are going to treat our feet and hands. Take your shoes and socks off and roll up your pant legs, then sit over there.

[ as funny as it might be to have yi sang stand there the entire date, they have a show to put on! and it's not like yi sang is as dead inside as mizi was during their duet, right? ]

[poans]

[Haha, right?

Right?]

Mm.

[Whichever the case, Yi Sang follows Luka's instructions and doffs his shoes and socks, rolls up his pant legs, and takes a seat. What an exciting date he makes.]

[beatmatching]

[ on the water goes! luka seems to know all the unspoken cues, sliding his own feet into the water after undressing himself (his toes are as blue as his fingers). ]

This is as close to resting your feet as you'll get. Why aren't you excited?

[poans]

[Yi Sang follows his example, his gaze lingering for a beat on the discoloration.]

I've rested them this whole time.

[beatmatching]

[ luka notices and gives yi sang a look like go ahead, ask. ]

Then that just makes my question even more relevant.

[poans]

[No, thank you. Perhaps later.]

With the game's conclusion, my walk will resume. As this is an inevitability, I am apathetic.

[beatmatching]

So you weren't moved by last week? At all?

[ luka remembers what yi sang said. but he also heard more than he expected out of yi sang at the match ceremony. ]

[poans]

[He stares ahead at the wall on the other side of the salon.]

The week prior . . . was a reminder.

[beatmatching]

Of?

[ luka's just gonna be focused on him, sorry yi sang. ]

[poans]

[Of everything.]

Let us put the matter to rest, as it has naught to do with our appointment.

[beatmatching]

[ i mean... mood. ]

It has to do with the game, doesn't it?

[poans]

Rest assured. Regardless of what I do, it will not interfere with the sights of the cameras or the players drawn to your luminance.

[beatmatching]

[ he laughs. ]

I don't really want their attention. [ he'll take it, but here he's a little more honest.

he does want to shine bright, because he has to. but there's a small difference there. ]

Most of them, anyway.

[poans]

[Yi Sang pauses. For some reason, that reply doesn't come as a surprise.

No, he knows why—or, at the very least, he can hazard a guess.]

Whose, then?

[beatmatching]

[ arguably the best thing luka has going for him is his confidence and inability to really feel shy. ]

Maya.