week two | dates

[marriagebroker]

Kiss the girl~!

Or guy.

Or person.

Or Messmer's snake.

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[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.

[poans]

[Add Yingying's name, coward.]

I see. I take it to mean that Miss Maya has caught your eye.

[beatmatching]

Yes. Is it surprising?

[ he asks this earnestly.

yingying is a friend!!!! ]

[poans]

[It's okay to want a friend's attention.]

Nay, Miss Maya is quite the bright spot herself. Such a place would be sure to stand out among the audience.

[beatmatching]

That has nothing to do with it. But she is beautiful, of course.