week three | dates

[marriagebroker]

Here we go again.

You all better kiss.

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[anathemaw]

[ a grim look draws over Messmer's face. ]

... The week prior.

[ordimame]

[WELL, JUDGING FROM THAT EXPRESSION. . .]

It wasn't your favorite, was it?

[anathemaw]

Through no fault of the sport. I had poor company.

[ poppy slander... she didn't even do anything. ]

[ordimame]

. . . who were you with?

[he does not know the extent of the Poppy-Messmer grudge]

[anathemaw]

The woman Poppy.

[ the server is coming over with water for their table... and two lattes?! Maybe the production had put in a prix fixe menu order for them to keep things moving at the busy cafe. Messmer's has latte art of a Geodude on it, and Edamura's has a Mr. Mime. Remarkable. ]

[ordimame]

[OH. . . IT'S CUTE. . . Edamura will judge the quality of the coffee itself, but for now he approves of the adorable art on top]

Poppy? . . . do you two not get along?

[he asks while picking up his drink to take an exploratory sip]