perfectmatch | week three

[ That gives her pause, leaning further on the bar counter while she looks up and processes what Luka had to say. Isolated, yes. There's no doubt that Luka is alone on the stage, in a world where he's surrounded by Segyein. Yi Sang, on the other hand... his departure from his other self, leaving his home behind, having nowhere to go, that's a little different. Though they both are "motionless," in a sense. ]

I know what you mean, [ She does, because she does the same thing to other people, though in a much more lighthearted manner. Teasing them, bothering them, trying to elicit a reaction... perhaps both their tendencies to do this is what led their first encounter to be so combative. ] At first, I'd try to get a rise out of him, too. But you both have.... mm, this sense of control.

[ Luka's manifests differently, into his showy stage persona. On the other hand, Yi Sang's control is completely spent on holding any semblance of feeling down. Both require a discipline of the mind, mental walls of a kind. ]

We do. I wouldn't call it complimentary but I would call it similar and kindred in some sort of sense.

[ if understanding requires familiarity, then yes they do match up in that way. ]

He's interested in you, but he probably doesn't see it himself yet. [ luka takes another sip, smaller this time, because whew, all this talking about someone who grates against him is making his head feel funny. it has to be that clearly and not the alcohol. ]

I don't think so...~

[ She sing songs, similarly feeling a little funny, though not enough to really notice it quite yet. ]

I think he just doesn't realize how his actions come off. [ His poetry, his staying up all night near the wisteria, greeting her in the morning... it's all overtly romantic, or would be to anyone with some sense. ] While just trying to be nice. That's all.

If I hadn't been explicit with Maya, she would have thought similar. Actually the first thing she said was that she was nothing like you.

[ he laughs, his thoughts light and his emotions just as lofty. ]

[ ...Isn't Maya definitely like her?! Beautiful, smart, charming. What's with all the ladies seeing such a distance between her and them.... sniffle... ]

I feel like I was explicit....

[ She pouts, thinking back to how carefully she had chosen her words during the second ceremony. And here she thought that was going to be like a big confession, when it turned up nothing. Then again, she's never really encountered someone with his personality type before; he's far and away from any of the patrons who came to the Pavilion, who were forced to show some level of interest by being willing to pay to be there. So maybe she just doesn't get how to approach him. ]

Besides, don't Maya and I have a lot in common?

You probably were, but you gotta be realllly obvious. So that they can't misconstrue it as something else.

[ luka hums and... decides not to take another drink. ]

You're both beautiful. But you're "fluttery" and she's not. [ this is literally how maya described it to him, don't shoot the messenger. ]

She's daring and determined and always herself even when she's flustered. Plus she's got a beautiful smile and really pretty hair—

[ the long island iced teas were a mistake. ]

Uh huh.... mmhm... and what else?

[ She's content to just let him ramble about Maya... it's cute. And something she can use to tease her later. ]

[ yingying you're supposed to have his back!!!! ]

And she's really smart and her chest is big and soft— [ maybe don't repeat this one but he is none braincells right now and it is an objective truth.

though that does remind him, he could use a pillow right now and she isn't here... ah well. he plunks his head down on his arm, good enough. ]

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