week three | dates

[marriagebroker]

Here we go again.

You all better kiss.

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[ordimame]

[she's not wrong!! two weeks has done a lot for him, especially now that he has adapted to. . . all of the weird things happening around him. vampires, AI, idols from alien planets, exorcists, doctors from cursed schools for sorcerers. . . most of it is still well above his head, but he has found his way. kind of!!]

[he nods quickly at her explanation, sucking in a deep breath to steel himself, standing awfully straight with arms flat at his sides, although nervous]

Okay! Got it. So even if it's the same word, I should be speaking it as though I'm responding directly to how the other person said theirs. . . right?

[enscene]

[Oh bless his heart, he froze right up. She knows the anxiety of first-time stage fright when she sees it, Furina thinks. In contrast, she is extremely keyed in, a jubilant ball of energy that is nonetheless coming at this with professional vigor.

(Hopefully they all get matching t-shirts at the end of this.)]

Close, but it'll be a different word. Just keep going down the list and back to the start again. [No zapping a zap.]

[ordimame]

[THEY WILL GET MATCHING T-SHIRTS!!!]

Right, right.

[why does a silly little improv game make him so nervous when he improvs all the time on the field? with absolutely not trouble at all, even]

Are you starting?

[enscene]

[Well...she certainly can! And the class runner senses her confidence and maybe is slightly threatened by it (Furina thinks), so of course she's volunteered to show everyone how it's done.

Only happy to oblige, she gives a little bow before approaching the group. The turn can pass to someone other than Edamura first, so he has a little time to prepare.]

Zip! [For such a short word, she somehow manages to start speaking softly and quickly lift her volume up, tagging in another participant with a flourish like the incredibly irritating theater kid she is at heart.]

[ordimame]

[. . . kind of cute, honestly. . . Edamura can't help the smile that stretches across his features as he watches her go, full of confidence and bravado for someone of such short stature. Cynthia would love her]

[the participant who captured Furina's zip passes their zap to another, matching Furina's intonation with a small, soft laugh. that participant then tosses the zop in Edamura's direction, popping their 'p' with a bit of emphasis. he nearly jumps underneath the attention]

-- zip!

[and yet, despite the startle, he moves pretty quickly, clapping his hands together and passing the word along with the ease of someone who had seen it coming! even though he definitely did not]