perfectmatch | week two

[ After another bite of ice cream: ]

It's alright. It's good ice cream, I think, but I don't like sweets that much.

[ A pause as he hums in thought. Two gloomy men with a mountain of ice cream that neither of them are fanatical over ... Riveting television, he's sure. Even the sheer amount of ice cream can't make up for the atrocious vibes, probably. ]

... is this date so far panning out like you'd hoped, Mr. Yi Sang?

[As they speak, the ice cream is slowly and surely melting. Pretty soon it'll make for a sorry sight.]

I had no particular expectations for it. I was simply informed that it had been arranged, and attended accordingly.

Yes, of course.

[ What did he expect, honestly.

Though after taking another bite of ice cream, he decides to just go for a question that's been on his mind. No need for subtleties since they'd probably a waste of breath. ]

Mr. Yi Sang. Do you have any interest in this game at all?

[For the sake of making the purchase halfway reasonable, he continues to partake of the ice cream.]

If you refer to my reason for joining the set, I had little interest in the game itself.

Haha. I could guess as much.

[ He is also still taking a stab at the ice cream, though he's frankly already kind of sick of it. Definitely starting to push it around the bowl a little instead of eating it efficiently ... ]

But since you did join the set, presumably you'd want to stay on the set. Don't you think there's a risk of being removed from the game if you continue to show no interest at all in the game? Our dear overseer reprimanded me for seeming uninterested as well, you know.

The game can ill afford to lose a player without jeopardizing a match; however, should production seek to remove me in light of what they deem a dissatisfactory performance, I shall leave in silence.

[He lowers his spoon. It'll soon resume scooping through the mound of ice cream, but for now his attention is on Rom.]

Do you find your position here to be precarious?

[ Hm. So he doesn't even care about his wish that much, to be willing to leave so easily upon request? He can't help wondering what his wish might have been, then. Why bother even participating this far for something he's so ambivalent about?

Rom blinks when Yi Sang actually looks to him, before giving one of his usual opaque smiles. ]

It's hard to tell. What if I did?

[He watches the smile out of his periphery, the center of his gaze focused on the space behind Rom.]

For what reason did you join the game?

Does it matter?

[ His own gaze remains fixed on Yi Sang for the moment, staring him down in his usual vaguely unsettling fashion. ]

I'd like to know first -- what if I did find my position here to be precarious, Mr. Yi Sang? Why do you wish to know?

[On this, Yi Sang is far from cowed. Instead of reacting to the stare, he lowers his head to resume chipping away at the ice cream with another spoonful of the stuff.]

Should your alleged disinterest jeopardize your place in the game . . . then the trajectory of a date could change to revise that perception.

[ And here, he's used to being told he's hard to read. Rom feigns a thoughtful hum as he fishes up another half-hearted spoon of ice cream. ]

Correct. But a date is not a one-man affair. This trajectory could be difficult to change on my own.

[Yi Sang, if nothing else, is self-aware enough of his passivity to where he'll take (almost) any course presented.]

Whatever you do, I shall follow.

But follow only?

[ He points at Yi Sang across the table with his spoon. ]

I don't know if that would constitute a good date, Mr. Yi Sang! After all, an employee can follow their boss' command, too, perhaps while wishing death upon them the whole time. To follow only might indicate a level of disinterest, don't you think?

[Pointing is rude . . . ]

Then what do you propose?

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