week three | dates

[marriagebroker]

Here we go again.

You all better kiss.

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[scooptimistic]

Oh, it did. I thought I was gonna die.

[ But! Here she is! ]

[reverso]

Uh-huh...

[Hm. Okay, he looks around for a place to set their things down, and also at the large waterslides looming above. They should figure out what they want to do, and also trade war stories to kill time.

Because now he's dreadfully curious.]

Want to trade stories when it comes to scars, then? [He can offer the one about the scar over his eye; and it lends into the promise he made for himself to be more truthful. With Maya, at least this comes easily for him.]

[scooptimistic]

[ Oh boy. At this holy land of water slides and dippin' dots... ]

Well, we owe each other some stories, don't we?

[reverso]

Mm-hm. While we wait in line for...

[Points.]

...that.

[scooptimistic]

... [ She shades her eyes a bit to peer at it, with a low whistle. ]

Well! Okay! That looks like a good time to me.

[reverso]

Right? A bit intimidating, but I think we'll be all right.

[Time to hop in line.]

Want me to start? The tale's a straightforward one: I got this scar from my father.

[straightforward, huh,]

[scooptimistic]

... That doesn't look like an accidental thing? Rite of passage?

[ Hello?? ]

[reverso]

[It's funny how easily he can talk about this. Maybe it was just that traumatic, and this is how he copes; or maybe he really has accepted the truth of the matter, that the bond between his father and himself had been shattered beyond repair, well before he joined Expedition 33.]

No. We got into a fight. A rather big one. It was about... my mother, and needless to say, we were both emotional about the issue at hand.

I gave him as good as I got, if that helps.

[scooptimistic]

... By that, does that mean he's running around with a scar too, or...

[ Uh. ]

[reverso]

That's right, an eye for an eye.

Well. An eye-scar for an eye-scar, that is.

[scooptimistic]

... What the hell kind of argument was this, again? Your mom??