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

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[poans]

[He is desperate, but feels and looks more at ease now that Shoko is here.]

Which type appeals to you? There are fireworks that can be set upon the ground, or held as the one in our overseer's grasp . . .

[irreversal]

[ She holds her hand out, smiling softly. It's a bit tired, but it's warm. ]

Gimme one of the ones I can hold.~

[poans]

[Nodding, he fishes out two sparklers—one for Shoko, and one for himself.

Have at it. He's not very familiar with this type, so he'll follow her lead.]

[irreversal]

[ She'll grab one of the lighters from inside the crate, too. One of those multi-purpose ones with the long neck (for safety!), so that she can light the end of the sparkler while holding it out with her arm extended. ]

Hold yours out, too, Yi Sang.

[ So she can light his up, too! ]

Hm. Did you ever do something like this, before? This is really nostalgic for me.

[poans]

[As instructed, he holds the sparkler out, mimicking her.]

I am accustomed to the method wherein gunpowder is launched into the sky and blown up. A firework condensed to this size is therefore new to me.

[irreversal]

So, the bigger fireworks. Something like this is more for little gatherings with friends in the summertime. Kind of like this, I guess.

[ With both their sparklers lit, now, it's easy to silently appreciate how the light sparks and flares and showers down onto the ground. ]

It's pretty, right?

[poans]

[Keeping the sparkler at arm's length, he nevertheless leans in a little to marvel at the golden sparks that so resemble petals scattering in the wind. They bring to mind the yellow shrubs of his hometown, of a time when children raced across the meadow in a chorus of laughter. The sparks climb the stick as the latter burns, and his eyes travel to follow their trajectory, clear and bright against the dark backdrop of the night.]

. . . Beautiful.