No, no -- only 3,000 yen! It's absolutely a steal, you know.
[ A low laugh before he starts sidling out of their hiding spot. Give Edamura a little more breathing room ... ]
And do keep in mind that I'll be adding that to your invoice if you let it slip that I gave you a free sample, yes? I still have a business to run, after all, and it wouldn't do to undermine my own prices on television. This'll just be a special one-time offer for you, given the circumstances.
Oh, yeah. Nerds eat stuff like this up all the time.
[ Speaking as though she isn't a total nerd herself. And like she isn't maybe kind of comfortable in her getup? Anyway, she can stop staring at Shoko's rack long enough to take a look around for herself. ]
The turkey legs are probably fine, it's just if you're already sweltering do you really want something else roast on a spit?
[ A beat. ]
I actually knew a guy who did rotisserie chickens at these things once.
[AN EXASPERATED SIGH. . . and before Rom can leave, Edamura snags him by the collar and drags him right back. don't cue the cameramen in on their location when he hasn't even talked secrets, yet!!]
[ That was a hustle, and quite the show the show indeed. Aventurine claps his hands together in applause, utterly delighted not only that Edamura has won so handily, but also that his instincts were right on the money, as usual. ]
Well played! I believe that's well over double our buy-in. Some even might say you've won the jackpot with that hand.
[ A straight flush...remarkable. Whether that's thanks to his own luck rubbing off on Edamura, or something else Edamura may have pulled, who can say?
The men across the table only start to shout as they get more and more riled up, and Aventurine outright ignores them, tipping his hat towards Edamura. ]
[ That's certainly the sense that Aventurine is getting, though he can't help but wonder if that's all there is to it. Charlatans, schemers, conmen β he's seen all their tells before. Where does the production end and the real Shindou Rom begin?
Maybe by the end of this, he'll have a better idea. ]
β Actually, since you mention it, I might have a bit of a case for you. How are you with reading spiritual auras?
[After another round of deliberation, he settles for the classic white and red combination he noticed on the faces of passing clowns-in-training, as well as a hint of light blue out of personal preference. Due to his mild and minimalist application, the makeup isn't as vibrant or bold as it could have been and is rather faint and clumsy, though that's perhaps for the best.]
Perhaps that is what makes the experience so novel.
[In theory, it is fun. Yi Sang doesn't expect to enjoy himself, but he is somewhat curious to go through the experience.
As he steps farther inside the tunnel, however, one hand on the railing soon becomes two until he grips both sides in an effort to stave off another wave of dizziness. Messmer is behind himβor is it below? Above? He stops walking and closes his eyes, granting him a momentary reprieve from the visual onslaught.]
[Yi Sang takes a look at the glass in his hand. His eyes slide shut as he takes in the aroma, then reopen thereafter.]
It is heavy and full-bodied, yet mild still. You spoke of its age . . . As a wine's flavor profile is said to deepen and grow in complexity with time, the depth of its color reflects its exact point in the aging process. Thus, it is a taste that will not be experienced for a second time once this moment has passed.
[He pauses after taking the skewer back. Aventurine had impressed on him early on the sentiment that he should refuse what he dislikes, but that particular line has been drawn in such a way that Yingying has yet to cross it, and it's unlikely that she ever will. Unlike his dear compatriot, she cares about others the most.
Blinking out of his thoughts, he glances in the direction of where the night market is the brightest. If he recalls correctly, drinks and food were had every night at the fete, as well as fireworks and sparklers . . . ]
I believe a drink would suit our needs after this meal. Tea or juice should do.
[ There is the (probably clear) mental debate of whether this is a good idea, when she still isn't entirely sure of her own feelings. But this is what this show is for, right? To help figure that out? To encourage romance?
And he says it will be "different", and she doesn't know what that means, necessarily, but.
Maya takes a breath after an uncertain second, and it's already hard to focus when he's this close, but-- ]
[ when they kissed the first time, he was on a mission. no matter how you frame it, luka is just a good kisser—it's a skill like any other, and one he trained in due to his circumstances. and while you have to infuse a little emotion into it, all the kisses he's done so far (done in years) have been very professional. even if they've been slutty, beyond the initial heat, there's been no real emotion behind them.
that's why he knows this will be different, because he actually wants to kiss her. not to win at a game, not to put on a show, not to appease the crowd or his score. he just wants to do it for himself, just luka.
he closes the distance without hesitation, because that's just who he is. he's smiling into the kiss as he does because that's another thing that just is, he's happy with her. the kiss still has some heat to it (sorry, he still thinks she looks beautiful as she is, in her oversized t-shirt), but it's more than that. it's gentle, warm, and not a weapon of war but heartfelt. he takes it slow for the both of them; he's not breaking this kiss first. ]
[ Shoko remains as composed as ever even as chaos erupts around her, though she can't say she's disappointed about the cameras getting ruined at all. They've been here three weeks, and it's all starting to get annoying... ]
[Though oblivious to Edamura's deeper conflict, Verso brings it up because he knows he can empathize.]
I think, in some ways, I always will. But back home, I had a chance to seize that rest, and...
[He sighs, feeling heavy.]
I acted selfishly to have it. I hurt others in a way that can't be undone. And I know it was wrong of me to have made that decision, but... I don't think I'd change anything. Even now.
[This is what he meant when he said... he wasn't being truthful about the kind of person he is.]
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