week four | dates

[marriagebroker]

Get dressed up, go on the town, this is your last week for romance!

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[ordimame]

[THAT IS GENUINELY GOOD THOUGH? A FAVORITE INSTRUMENT!]

[Edamura waits to talk until in between tracks, so they can both enjoy the soft beats that echo melodiously through the store]

Do you play? The violin, I mean.

[beatmatching]

Of course, I play a lot of instruments.

[ who do you take him for, living, breathing dying about everything involving music is all he is. ]

Did you want to hear?

[ordimame]

[that might actually be a bit concerning]

. . . I wouldn't mind, but only if you want to. And I don't know if this place has any violins for sale.

[beatmatching]

[ he huffs a bit of a laugh. ]

I'm not going to play on just any violin and I'm not going to put on a private show for you~.

[ sorry he's still like this. ]

But I do plan to perform before this is all over, so look forward to it then.

1/2

[ordimame]

[gck]

H— how was I supposed to know that!!

[ordimame]

[DEEP BREATHS]

Are you going to perform for all of us, then?

[beatmatching]

I have to send us off properly, don't I?

[ writing a new song is what's going to occupy most of luka's time this week. ]

[ordimame]

[for the very first time]

[Edamura thinks Luka is cute. . .]

That's--

Surprisingly sweet of you??

[beatmatching]

[ help.

luka just grins. ]

Sweet? Now that's a descriptive I don't get too often.

[ordimame]

[A PUFF]

Well. . . ! You're getting it now!

[beatmatching]

I think I'm the one who's supposed to be flustered about it, not you.

[ poking his cheek. ]

[ordimame]

[swats! at that hand!!! wow this is familiar, they haven't done this since week one. . .]

I'm not flustered!!

[beatmatching]

No? Then what are you? [ luka's swatted! but he keeps lazily trying anyway. ]

[ordimame]

. . . normal! I'm normal!! Would you--

[he takes back everything he thought about Luka being cute]

[GRASPS AT ONE OF THOSE HANDS]

[beatmatching]

Would I what?— [ hand acquired! but luka is leaning in real close in return. finish your sentence, makoto. ]

1/2

[ordimame]

[OH]

[OH WE'RE BACK HERE AGAIN]

[?!?!?]

[ordimame]

[shoves a hand into his face!!!]

Quit picking on me!!

[beatmatching]

[ okay, okay, he'll get out of his personal space now with a light huff. ]

Then don't make it so easy.

[ the luka of the first week would have left it at that, or followed it up with another snarky comment. this luka though... ]

Regardless, since I'll be playing for all of you, do you have a specific request?

[ordimame]

[red! in the cheeks!! gawd. he thought they were past this!! but what comes after is a genuine surprise]

. . . oh?

No. . . I don't really know a lot about violin music. [. . .] How about your favorite piece to play?

[beatmatching]

[ god people keep hitting him with this and he can only expand his tiny personal bubble of opinions so much in such a short time. ]

We're in a record store. Find one. [ tosses a record at him. ]

[ordimame]

[HELP. catches the record with only a mild fumble!]

-- careful! These things are fragile! Sheesh. . .

[anyway he will replace the jazz record with this one. now there are pleasant notes of a violin wafting through the store!]

[beatmatching]

They're not living though, right? So it's fine.

[ just casually implying that records could be alive nbd. ]

[ordimame]

. . . no???

[does. does he want to ask]

[no he does not]

That's beyond the point, though.

[beatmatching]

[ stares at him. ]

It's not. The show could afford it after sending me and Serpilia to that Bell of Taco earlier.

[ordimame]

[BELL. . . OF. . . TACO. . .]

It's not a matter of being able to afford it! It's just a matter of treating fragile things with care, you know?