week two | dates

[marriagebroker]

Kiss the girl~!

Or guy.

Or person.

Or Messmer's snake.

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[reverso]

[how this neatly ties into ghosties thread works so well in our favor...

His smile skews wan. She loses his gaze, briefly, drifting down to her hand.]

...Thank you.

[The guilt cuts through again. It always feels like a knife, but its edge is dulled, knowing that he might share a bit of it with her. Perhaps discussing his past isn't always so bad. Wei Wuxian might've been right about this honesty thing.]

It's one of those instances where I'd like to keep his spirit with me, that joy and strange way of looking at the world. Yet it's always easier said than done.

But hey, at least I've still got the "wheewhoo" thing down pat.

[irreversal]

[ She gives him a nod before pulling her hand away. ]

I think the "wheewhoo" thing is nice, but maybe I'm biased. There are days when it might feel easier to keep that spirit, and days when it won't. That's natural.

[ Shoko reaches over again, this time to nudge Verso's bowl a little before she lifts hers up again. ]

Hey, let's call this a drink in his honor. Two disgustingly huge drinks in his honor. That counts as "whee," right?

[reverso]

[Shoko... He appreciates her saying that, truly.

His smile returns, just a little quirk at the edges, and he lifts his bowl up with a nod. It sloshes perilously.]

That's a good idea. The biggest "whee" I've ever laid eyes upon. A toast to Esquie, then?

[irreversal]

To your friend.

[ she is not going to bother trying to pronounce the very french-sounding name. she clinks their bowls together just as perilously, and with that: ]

Whee.

[reverso]

[An official toast it is! They don't even spill any, even though it looks like for a second that they might.]

To Esquie.

Whoo.

[And he drinks, making sure to make it a good one.]