[ She cackles quietly, taking the piece and putting it into place. ]
I agree. Misery loves company, after all.
[ ... Oh, there's the sound of the camera people asking around outside the hobby store. They are going to be sorely disappointed to find them just doing a puzzle. ]
... I don't think I would mind much if you were my perfect match, you know. Of anyone here, I feel that you and I get along best -- if we go on Ringo's "spark" talk, is this not similar? If purely platonic.
[ To the whole sentiment, really. If he's been on a picnic before, it has been many, many years. ]
Oh? Indulge my curiosity, if you will. Who would you picnic with in the past? A family member, or perhaps a former lover? [ A little teasing; the reality of asking anything about either of their pasts can be fraught. ]
[. . . god, they sure are. nothing salacious here, just nerds being nerds! Edamura lets out a small sigh, but truthfully, he knew they'd only be able to lose the crew for a short period of time. everything he wanted to say behind closed doors has been said, so. . . there's no point in running now]
I wouldn't mind it either, Odile. In fact, I think I'd be pretty honored if you were my match.
[it might be kind of nice. prove that the producers know what they're doing, even if their bond is platonic. almost familial]
I'd hate to be wrong and risk everyone's wish, of course... but I don't think it so improbable. You are, in many ways, what I am searching for in a match.
[ Even after his lies, which he had decided to come clean about -- that is important to her, more than anything else. ]
It would however refute one of the more confident pairs, putting us ahead none still. It depends on how willing we are to gamble.
[ Literally yes. But she won't say it out loud, so as to not ridicule him. When the butterfly lands on his nose, she gently extends a curled finger near it, trying to bait the butterfly to crawl onto her hand, instead. If he gets a little nose-booping in the process, then all the better. ]
I don't mind them so much... they're the signs that spring and summer are here.
[ They come and go with the seasons, with the turns of the years, like so many other things. It's beautiful and poetic, in a sense. ]
[ Brave has never really been a word she'd use to describe herself. It's a word for the sorcerers and students who go out on missions, fighting curses and whatnot, risking their very lives. So at that, she can't help but stare at Edamura, and even more so when he seems a little down. ]
...Edamura? What's the matter?
[ She knows what he's thinking about, what he's referring to, and yet even for Shoko, who'd said those things herself at the ceremony, it isn't so simple. ]
Then I put all my faith in you, friend, a man of many talents.
[Verso will find himself a seat somewhere just behind him, already looking forward to heading out to the waves. It's just a lake, but it's wide and expansive, and the water glitters beneath the sun.]
[NOSE BOOP. . . ? his cheeks grow a bit pink at the contact, and he winds up holding his breath a little until she draws the butterfly away. she truly is a natural. . .]
A favorite season?
[has. . . he ever given it that much thought before?]
I think. . . summer.
[even if the summer months were sometimes unbearably hot, they came with fireworks festivals and watermelon and other cool, delicious treats. plus! no school!!!]
Oh-- it's nothing. [snags another piece of chicken!] . . . I guess I just wish there was some way I could help.
[he truly has no desire to be anything but completely and utterly average. and yet, at times like this. . . when someone he likes seems to be struggling so much underneath the weight of her responsibilities. . .]
But I don't know anything about sorcerers, let alone curses.
What a spoiled child you are. Haven't I given you enough?
[ But it's just a tease, settling back as she studies what's left and begins to work anew. ]
You are a good man, Edamura. Someone I get along with, feel comfortable around, can speak easily to... who doesn't push nor touch me unnecessarily, and someone whose values -- or at least, whose mindset, is not so different than my own. These things are important to me. What is more important than anything, however, is your honesty.
[ Her gaze draws up to him slightly, smile small. ]
You've done a lot of hiding. But you know when to come clean, and even if it may damage the relationships you cherish -- you still did. It takes courage, Edamura, of which you are in no short supply.
The only thing is we are too similar in our guard, and admittedly I'm sure they've chosen a match that might let me open myself a little more than I have in these past few weeks. Someone who might pry the way I do, who won't let me draw back the way I tend to when it comes to matters of the heart.
[ luka smiles, not that she can see it. but he smiles nonetheless because she trusts him and that makes his heart beat ever so slightly faster.
she'll hear him rummaging for something with his free hand in his pocket (maybe this is why he wore bottoms that are arguably more pants than a beach cover up), before he pulls back the hand in hers. only because he needs both his hands for this.
something cool wraps around her wrist, a bracelet which luka hooks with a simple clasp. a bracelet made of pallacite that glimmers under the sunny skies above. ]
You can open your eyes now. [ he will, thankfully, explain without being prompted for once. ]
I know I'm not a penguin and neither are you~. And these aren't pebbles but a piece of a meteorite, a pallasite. But—
[ but he is comically simple-minded at times and that talk about penguins and their courtship has been rotating around in his mind since. who knows if he'll ever admit it, but he doesn't know how to actually court anyone; he knows how to flirt, he knows how to be provocative, but these are all things he does without any actual feeling behind them. the real deal? he has no clue!
so he might as well follow the example of penguins because she seemed to like it and this is all he has. ]
—I am courting you. Just don't ask me to flop into the water like they did.
[ it wouldn't look graceful at all and while he can swim, he definitely can't swim anywhere near as well as a penguin. ]
No, she's taking the skewer back to promptly try some for herself, chewing thoughtfully as she does. As ever, her form being like this makes eating a strange affair, done more for pleasure and fitting in than actual sustenance. From what she can discern, yes, it's warm. Salty, savory, and filling. When she takes a second piece for good measure, she passes it back to him, wagging the skewer at him a little. ]
You really listen to everything I say, hm? So obedient and cute. [ He follows orders just like a pup... a lesser person would notice this and choose to be devious. But Yingying is innocent, obviously, so she's only going to use this tidbit of information for good. ] I got to choose first, so now, I want you to choose what we should look for. That's only fair.
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