week four | mingle

[marriagebroker]

Final week at the estate! Final week with your friends. Final week with your beaus. Time to make the most of it, everyone!

In fact, to celebrate this fact, today there is a cake. It's nothing special, just a nice little cake to enjoy with your morning coffee or throughout the day. Yay, cake!

And when Wei Wuxian arrives that morning, he is going to call out once again for everyone to join him, near the cake.

"Everyone, I have another announcement!"

Hell yeah, announcements.

Boom Boom Room | Dates | Property Damage
Truth Booth Voting | Match Ceremony Voting

Comments

[ordimame]

[SMOKING IS BAD. . .]

[for a moment, Edamura is quiet, simply content to stare at Yi Sang as his cigarette smolders between his lips. then. . . he sighs and tugs his own envelope out of his pocket, subsequently handing it to his companion]

[One of you killed your father. Or did you?]

[poans]

[He takes the envelope with care, then pulls out and peruses the card inside. A moment of thoughtful silence passes before he looks at Edamura, his expression devoid of judgment.]

. . . Could it be that you yourself are not aware of the answer?

[ordimame]

[THAT. . . IS AN INTERESTING SPIN ON IT. . . but Edamura shakes his head]

No. I know what incident the card is referring to.

The asshole is still very much alive.

[poans]

[So it's an ongoing feud.]

What could have transpired for you to bear such animosity toward him?

[ordimame]

[B. . . BOY]

That's a long story, Yi Sang.

[hah. . .]

I'm still pretty pissed at him, but I don't actually want him dead. For what that's worth.

[poans]

[After a beat, he offers the damning card and envelope back to Edamura.]

You need not explain yourself. But if it is a tale you wish to share, you shall have my ear.

[ordimame]

[. . . . . . . . gods]

[it takes a moment, but Edamura does think back to how Yi Sang had walked with him back during ghost week. how he had extended a listening ear-- a distraction-- from something that had yanked so painfully on Edamura's heart. strange and mysterious as Yi Sang may be. . . he is kind]

[and it is that kindness that sees Edamura opening up. just a little]

My old man left my mom and I back when I was in high school.

[he recounts, gaze turning away as he takes another drag of his cigarette]

. . . she got sick pretty soon after. With him gone, I was the one who had to take care of her.

[poans]

[The cigarette burns with the drag, a transient light in the dimness of the encroaching night despite the fixtures around the gardens. It fades and leaves behind a gloom that hearkens back to Edamura's stiff reaction upon seeing the woman in the bedroom.]

Then, your mother has already . . .

[ordimame]

[. . . he nods]

Yeah. Seven or eight years ago. . .? Time really flies.

[when you cope with your mother's death by becoming a scam artist]