week two | dates

[marriagebroker]

Kiss the girl~!

Or guy.

Or person.

Or Messmer's snake.

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[poans]

[Yi Sang pauses in his walk.]

Is that your evaluation? . . . This is all that I am.

[Penniless, futureless, and stripped down to the shell that he is. If Aventurine thinks there's more to be known, he'll be left wanting.]

[gamboler]

[ He is probably the last person who should be giving out this kind of advice, given the shambling corpse of his own self-worth, but do as he says, not as he does!

...Or maybe, he insists on this, because he does see a reflection of himself in Yi Sang. And if he can convince him of his worth, then maybe... ]

We're rarely good judges of our own character. There's a saying — that our companions are mirrors by which we are truly known, and you are surrounded by people who reflect you brilliantly.

[poans]

Mirrors, you say . . .

[Aventurine is a kind man. Where he goes, a quiet light follows. A true investor, he seeks to bring out the shine in that which he reflects.

Yi Sang resumes walking after beat.]

It is my thought that I no longer have companions by my side.

[gamboler]

[ Falling right into step with Yi Sang: ]

Haven't you? Look around you. I may not amount to much as a companion, but I'm still at your side. I'm not the only one, either.

[poans]

[He glances at Aventurine out of the corner of his eyes.]

Then, in the interest of the investment that has brought you here, which establishment are we to patronize next?

[gamboler]

[ ...Right. He's gotten a little off target here, hasn't he. Looping his arm through Yi Sang's: ]

This one ought to do.

[ They're going to the Gap. ]