week two | dates

[marriagebroker]

Kiss the girl~!

Or guy.

Or person.

Or Messmer's snake.

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[ordimame]

[which fades quickly when Rom answers his question]

Since birth. . .?

[and now he's picturing a poor little baby having to deal with creepy spooks haunting their room. . .]

Is it an ability unique to you?

[phenomerom]

[ Oh Edamura. You're gonna regret making that offer someday when Rom tries to rope you into some 'totally not spiritual' nonsense work that does turn out to be spiritual nonsense work. Though Rom keeps the thought to himself with a cryptic smile as he fishes through his pot for more vegetables. ]

Not unique, no. I'm sure you've heard of people boasting about such things before -- that they have a sixth sense, or have heard whispers in the night. On the rare occasion, those claims are true. Some people are just sensitive enough to feel some things, and otherwise live normal lives.

[ Oh, more cabbage. Rom idly stirs it around his bowl of sauce as he continues. ]

But those strong enough to call themselves mediums are rarer. I've only met a handful in my life. ... though I've heard that isn't the case where some of the others are from. Fascinating, isn't it? How different all our walks of life are.

[ordimame]

[GOOD. that's truly just how his life works, Rom understands the assignment]

I've heard it. I've just never believed it.

[never had reason to. never really wanted to! claiming spiritual sensitivity was just another conman's way of making of making a quick buck. it wasn't his style.]

[he pulls some veggies out of his broth, popping them into his mouth as he continues listening to Rom's explanation. at the mention of Shoko, he opens his mouth to say something-- but then quickly shuts it again. NOTE TO SELF ASK HER ABOUT THAT LATER. . .]

I suppose if we are all from different. . . [grimaces] Worlds, then it makes. . . sense? Wouldn't it be stranger if things were the same across the. . . [wheeze] Universe?

[phenomerom]

... correct! That would be terribly boring, wouldn't it?

[ They're briefly interrupted here by the waitress bringing them the extra plates he'd ordered. Rom accepts them with a thanks, before promptly dumping the fresh order of meat into the broth -- half into Edamura's side, the rest in his. To make up for what Edamura had prepped for him at the start. ]

But you do believe me now, I see. You should be careful not to get scammed by any sleazy people in the future, okay? -- ah, I am the real deal, for the record. But just a precaution you should probably keep in mind for the future. It'd be a terrible shame if you signed up for freelance work from the wrong client and came out of it missing a kidney, after all!

[ordimame]

[AND NOW WE IGNORE ALL THE SHOKO STUFF THAT AL FOGOT TO REMOVE FROM HER TAG--]

[Edamura looks a bit surprised when Rom shares the meat with him, but hey! he also is not complaining. he'll let a few pieces simmer before he starts picking them out one by one, piling them atop his mound of half-eaten rice]

You worry too much. I can recognize a scam artist from ten miles away, Shindou-san.

[jabs his chopsticks at Rom]

The only reason I'm convinced you're real is because of all of the other weird stuff happening, here!

[and even then he is still holding out for the "drugged and kidnapped" theory]

[phenomerom]

[ He just smiles at the chopsticks pointed in his direction. ]

There certainly are a lot of interesting people in our group, aren't there. [ 'Interesting' is a gross understatement. He hums in thought as he fishes the meat from his side of the pot one by one. ] I might have some familiarity with strange happenings, but it's been a lot to adapt to even so ...

[ A thoughtful hum. ]

Do you think you'll be able to return to your normal life after this? After encountering so much 'weird stuff?'

[ordimame]

[there's that word again. . . interesting]

[Edamura's response is bland and quick]

Absolutely not.

[how can anyone go back to being JUST A NORMAL GUY after seeing the things they have seen on this show??]

Not that any of this weirdness exists back home, but I'll be thinking about it when I'm lying awake at night. Staring at my ceiling.

Wishing I had seen none of it.

[that last part is a joke]