week three | mingle

[marriagebroker]

No outright changes this week either. Week three rolls around, braced for impact as ever. The estate is still intact, the contestants are still motivated, things are looking good.

Well, aside from the fact you all had a blackout this weekend. That wasn't so good.

Either way, when Monday rolls around, Wei Wuxian seems to be in a cheery mood as he greets everyone Monday morning.

"Everyone, come here, come here. I have an announcement!"

Better go see what that's about, huh?

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[gamboler]

[ Sweet Yi Sang...if only he had known they were going to have an onsen outing, Aventurine would have been sure to buy a suit with him. Still wearing nothing but a towel, Aventurine pops over, brow raised as he tries to nosily peek at the card Yi Sang holds. ]

And what have we here, Yi Sang? We could make a game of it. Trying to match the cards to the correct friend of ours.

[poans]

[He glances over at Aventurine, his wrist flexing on reflex to turn the card over. At the latter's proposal, however, he slowly reveals the text: One of you freaked out when a calf licked your hair while being fed milk.]

. . . Whose card do you suppose this is?

[gamboler]

[ Oh. Brows drawn... ]

That's...strangely specific. These all seem to be embarrassing moments, so who would find something like that embarrassing?

[ ...A pause. ]

...Mister Edamura is my guess.

[poans]

[Yi Sang's gaze slowly drifts to the side, looking nowhere in particular. Edamura . . . Is that truly Aventurine's guess? Hmm . . . ]

1/2

[gamboler]

[ That look... ]

2/2

[gamboler]

...It's not your own card, is it?

[poans]

[His eyes slide shut. Pitifully, because he does not want to lie:]

It was . . . unexpected.

1/2 anotha one

[gamboler]

[




blinks slowly ]

2/2

[gamboler]

Why were you...being fed milk somewhere a calf could lick you?

[ He has several questions, ]

[poans]

[Please.]

No . . . The one being nursed was the yellow calf. I was simply visiting.

[gamboler]

[ Oh.

Ohhhhh. ]

They worded that rather unkindly, my friend.

[ But also, thank god. ]

[poans]

. . . The next card . . .

[Let's move on, friend.]

[gamboler]

[ A genial chuckle. ]

In exchange for your candor, I'll tell you my little embarrassing secret in exchange. Sound fair?

[ So he's handing the card with his secret over to Yi Sang: One of you has your dad's old shirt. ]

[poans]

[It need not be an exchange, but Yi Sang receives the card nonetheless, at whose text he blinks.]

This is . . .

[gamboler]

[ A light shrug of his shoulder. It's...a little embarrassing, but whatever, there's worse things it could have said, surely. ]

My father died soon after I was born, so as I grew up, I received some of his clothes as hand-me-downs. Needless to say, it was pretty big on me when I was small.

[ But he's always kept it. He always will. ]

[poans]

[Yi Sang's eyes flit vaguely up in Aventurine's direction, himself suddenly aware of the weight of the card in his grasp.]

. . . Aventurine. Secret though it may be, this is neither little nor embarrassing.

[gamboler]

...You don't think so?

[ It's not something he's embarrassed by, exactly, but his...sentimentality has long been something of a sore subject. Papa's ruined old shirt is one thing, Mama's charm and bracelet are another. If he had parted with them to make some money, he might've...

...but those are arguments he's long since beat to death within himself. ]

[poans]

I do not, as it must have shielded you from the elements when you were but a child, doing what your father could not in his stead. More than that, it is a precious keepsake of the one who wore it before you.

[Sentimentality drives the value of an object for Yi Sang, who understands that some things must be sacrificed for the sake of greeting the future. Aventurine's persisting attachment to his late father's shirt is a credit to both his heart and determination; hence, the single sentence scrawled on the card carries immeasurable meaning.]

[gamboler]

[ ...On that, they are agreed. For all the wealth he has accumulated, ultimately, it means...nothing to him. He held onto everything that he could that he received from his family, and maybe that's not as strange as he thought it might be. ]

...Ha. I'm glad to hear you say so.

[ It genuinely means a lot to him. ]