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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okay i'm done now

[ordimame]

[. . . why is his heart thrumming so furiously against his ribs? like a hummingbird circling a flower, persistent and loud, something that he cannot bury nor turn off in the same manner Rom does. it's not a foreign feeling. it's not dissimilar to the way it had raced out of control back at the arcade. back then, he had blamed the sensation on the presence of spirits, but now that he thinks about it. . . maybe that was--]

[-- but surely, he doesn't actually believe in such concepts, as much has he thinks it might nice to. so it couldn't have been?]

[but--]

[it sure does feel like--]

[his grip on Rom's shoulders tightens as he rocks a bit to his companion's side. a slow, gentle sway; not nearly enough to upset their balance, thought the gesture is awfully chummy and content. his smile-- already bright-- threatens to split his features in two, even as he ducks his head and laughs, the sound chiming lightly in the air like a bell]

You know--!

[he isn't looking up now, because he really doesn't want anyone to see the light pink that colors his cheeks]

. . . I don't think anyone has ever said that to me before. [he knows why. he knows his faults] It's great to hear.

[. . .]

But it won't be so bad if you get to it first. I'll just make sure not to disappoint if luck is on my side.

[phenomerom]

[ As always, he lets himself be jostled around however Edamura wants. But from beneath the brim of his hat, Rom finds himself looking closely at the sight of Edamura's face in profile -- that wide grin he's wearing, the slight flush to his cheek that's visible for a split second before he ducks his head to hide it.

-- aah. That's really not something he gets to see often.

Sure, he gets to see vague happiness and satisfaction now and again -- the shallow joy of a fan getting to meet their object of distant desire, the fascination of seeing an unusual sight, the glee of indulging in a parasocial relationship -- but nothing like this. Nothing that feels so meaningful and real, and never up close. He gets to hear Edamura laugh, really laugh, and it feels like something sharp lances through his chest and stoppers his breath up in his throat for a moment.

Maybe he can be forgiven for slipping briefly and letting himself lean into the warmth jostling at his side, taking the moment where Edamura's posture is bowed to let his own head tip to the side, resting against the crown of Edamura's head for just a moment before pulling away again. Surely, that much can be allowed. ]

I don't think I've said anything that unusual, though? If there's anything you'd like to hear again, you just need to let me know.

[ Here's where he'd usually make some quip about his prices and services rendered, but even he knows now's not the time for it. For once, he doesn't want to stick to his usual act money-grubbing con-man act. What he wants to say instead is -- ]

I'll do my best, though. If luck decides I'll be the one who goes up first, I'll try my hardest to set a good stage for you. I think I'd like the chance to do that.

[ordimame]

[ffffffffft, I'll try my hardest to set a good stage for you, fuck OFF and shut UP, Rom--]

[-- is something that Edamura is absolutely not thinking in this very moment. but he does think it's a little unfair how much confidence he derives from those words. how they make him feel like he truly can be something. . . more. something bigger and better than a simple confidence man chasing cheap thrills around the world]

[the laughter dies down, and Edamura looks up again, most of his flush having vanished with his regained composure. but he does tilt his head in Rom's direction, one eye slipping shut in a little wink]

You'll do great. Promise.

[even if it isn't big or bombastic or poetic. so long as it's Rom's, it'll be more than enough]