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.

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[anathemaw]

[ right, right, this. He closes his eye, shaking his head faintly. ]

'Twas not by myself intended a secret. From the beginning have I been Messmer the Impaler to thee.

[ at least the alcohol has him being more chatty than usual. ]

Yet all were eager to believe me no more than a rueful wretch, burdened only by some low esteem.

[ordimame]

[. . . . . . a tiny little smile]

I never thought you a rueful wretch. But it's true that I never really got the chance to know. . . you, these past four weeks.

[another pause as he tries to find the words]

But maybe I'd like to?

[anathemaw]

[ he said he wasn't looking for anything, which is good - if this was some misguided attempt to woo him, Messmer would have to turn him away, because... wait, he's getting ahead of himself. He really is drinking too much. ]

Then time is thy enemy. [ there's only a scant handful of hours remaining here - a blink of an eye, from Messmer's perspective. He grunts, dismissive. ] Already thou hast learned the most grave matters; naught else remains that might outweigh it. What more wouldst thou glean of me?