week two | dates

[marriagebroker]

Kiss the girl~!

Or guy.

Or person.

Or Messmer's snake.

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[scooptimistic]

There we go!!

[ Much more joyfully. ]

Great job, Makoto! I knew you could do it!!

[ordimame]

T. . . thanks.

[for such a tiny win, he does seem pretty pleased!]

Your talent must have rubbed off on me.

[scooptimistic]

That's not a possibility. You did this yourself, you just found a way that worked for you!

[ She's so proud of him. ]

[ordimame]

[. . . Maya you're too sweet and earnest. it's endearing]

Do you want to make a game out of this? It might keep things more interesting.

[handing her the bat so she can take another turn]

Something. . . mildly competitive.

[scooptimistic]

First to hit a homerun, or...?

[ Wow. ]

[ordimame]

What?? No way; I'd lose that one in a heartbeat.

[he can hit a ball but he can't hit a homerun]

Dates are supposed to be about getting to know each other, so. . . what if-- ever time one of us hits a ball-- we get to ask the other a question?

[they don't need a game for that, but he thinks incorporating their date spot into it might be fun??]

[scooptimistic]

That seems fine to me!

[ She's simple. ]

Do we want to count that as the first, or is this starting now?

[ordimame]

Starting now. It wouldn't be right if I got a freebie and you didn't.

[sage nod. he plays fair!!]

[scooptimistic]

Okay, then! Let's try at the same time, so there's less pressure.

[ Different batting cages, but they can still talk. ]

[ordimame]

[perfect idea! he picks up a new bat of his own and scoots over the next cage over, lifting one hand to his mouth to call out]

Heeeeey! So you can still hear me?

[scooptimistic]

Loud and clear, competitor Edamura!! Are you ready to get started?

[ She's ready! Bat is being brandished! ]

[ordimame]

[a mock salute! and then he assumes the batting position]

Ready! On three. One, two. . .

[the machines load up their pitches]

[scooptimistic]

Three--!!

[ Of course, now that she's hype for it, this is the moment she misses the pitch, prompting a loud but good-natured groan. ]

[ordimame]

[MEANWHILE, Edamura's bat solidly connects with his ball! it's another awkward chopper that probably would have gone foul, but he perks up in triumph anyway]

First point to Edamura!

[scooptimistic]

Don't think I won't make a comeback, Question Asker!!

[ Wow.

Fierce. ]

[ordimame]

[laughs! and props the bottom of his bat against the ground, hands folded against the handle as he leans forward to grin at her]

I'll be waiting! But for now--

What made you want to become a journalist?

[scooptimistic]

Oh--

[ Right. ]

My dad was one. He unearthed a ton of huge scoops and traveled around the world, covering important subjects and even a war or two. I really wanted to be just like him.

[ordimame]

[heck. that's cute?? that's cute!! his smile softens]

Your dad must have been pretty amazing if you wanted to be just like him. I bet he'd be proud.

[scooptimistic]

I wonder. But I do hope so!

[ As she moves back to the starting point. ]

Are you ready, Makoto?

[ordimame]

-- right!

[noooo he has so many follow up questions. but for now, he assumes the position again]

Round two. Three, two, one--

[the machines whir to life and throw their balls at the dueling batters]

[scooptimistic]

[ And Maya lets out a triumphant whoop as she hits the ball this time, a straight line drive. ]

Triumphant comeback!!

[ordimame]

[Edamura's is. . . a swing and a miss! the score is now an even 1-1]

Oh. . . hey! That pitch was totally off center!

[NO IT WASN'T]

[scooptimistic]

No one likes a sore loser, Makoto!

[ she's very sing-song. Obnoxious. ]

[ordimame]

[DRAMATIC SIGH]

It's only the second round, so I can make a comeback. Claim your prize, Maya.

[scooptimistic]

Sure thing!

[ Beaming. ]

You're on a deserted island. Despite that, you have everything you need to survive and rescue will come within a few days. What three items do you have with you to keep yourself from being extremely bored in the meantime?