week three | dates

[marriagebroker]

Here we go again.

You all better kiss.

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[fireball]

[ always

But, nope, Poppy's definitely noticing him perk up a little. The influencer stuff feels kind of rehearsed in a way, this feels a little more natural? This is the moment where she's deciding she really, genuinely likes Rom as a person.

So she's picking up her own gun, turning it over in her hands before she looks up at him. Oh yeah, this'll do... ]

We can absolutely one-coin clear it. [ If Rom is an actual gamer, then there is no doubt in her mind.

Clicks her own gun, aiming it at the screen now, and in the most badass voice she can muster: ] Let's do this.

[phenomerom]

Oh? Such confidence!

[ A grin as he slots in the coins to get their game started, then straightens back up, plastic gun held loosely. ]

I'll have to do my best not to let you down.

[ Then there's the electronic jingle of a round starting, before enemies start filtering onto the screen.

Rom seems to have been telling the truth that it's been a while since he played one of these. But that's no problem at all -- he only needs the first few minutes to acclimate to the setup and get used to the controls. Once that's done, he's a beast, all whip-fast reflexes and creepily good intuition, and a decent team player to boot. ]

[fireball]

[ Such confidence, and for once, it actually is earned. She shoots Rom a little sideways grin before turning her full attention to the screen, because of course there are now enemies to kill. Poppy swears under her breath every time she misses one, but soon enough she's on top of things — maybe not beast-like like her partner over here, but highly competent with a quick trigger finger that's more accurate than not.

And even a decent team player, to boot, because she is not going to let him die. They need to share this victory together, after all! One-coin cleared and everything!

They're well on their way. Poppy doesn't look away from the screen as she takes down another enemy, but she does have time to let out a low whistle as their scores keep racking up. ]

You really are good at this. Not that I doubted you — [ did she. Another enemy down — ] but I could see you and I tearing through this entire place.

[ is this friendship. is this respect. well yes. ]