perfectmatch | week four

Absolutely.

[ And she'll just take his wrist and start marching them on over.

With a glance back at Yi Sang, ] Think you can eat one all on your own?

[ Because she knows she sure can! ]

[The implication of her question isn't lost on him as he meets her eyes, letting himself be led to the prize. There are many big eaters in the cast, it seems.]

Ah, perhaps not . . . in which case you are welcome to finish what I have not.

[ She nods, taking it all in stride. He met her eyes! ]

It's cool, we can share.

[ Looking up at the booth now that they're there. Hmm... ]

Chocolate or caramel sauce? [ A beat. ] Or both?

[Moved by her consistent willingness to share with him, he appraises the funnel cakes on display before looking her way.]

I believe both will suffice for the purpose of sampling the flavors at hand.

[Slowly but surely, he is also growing accustomed to blowing the show's budget.]

[ We've corrupted sweet Yi Sang. Good. ]

Awesome. [ She'll let go of his wrist to head on up and order, just going for... all of the toppings possible. Strawberries, vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, rainbow sprinkles, chocolate and caramel sauce... all on top of the actual funnel cake itself.

Turns back to look at him, grinning. ]

You ever had one of these before?

[That sounds and will no doubt look monstrously sweet. It's not likely to be to his taste, but a part of him is eager still to try something new with a friend.]

. . . Nay, I have not. Have you? You seemed quite at ease, ordering as you did.

Oh, yeah. My mom wouldn't always let me get one — [ gee. wonder why — ] but we're adults, so who cares? We get to eat what we want!

[Yi Sang, who primarily subsisted on expired food until recently and still sees nothing wrong with that, cannot say anything to this. Having said that, this is the first time he's heard of this particular factoid.]

Do you and your mother share a close relation?

[ She shakes her head, casual and unbothered. ]

Nope. Haven't spoken to her in years. Heck, I pretty much moved to the other side of the world to get away from my family—

Oooh, it's ready!

[ There is a noticeable uptick in excitement for retrieving the funnel cake on her end, though. ]

[It happens so abruptly that he can only watch her as she goes for the ready-to-go funnel cake, caught between his desires to understand and to indulge her. Consequently, the most he manages at this second is a somewhat vacant, bewildered look.]

Ah . . . so it is.

[ She does not notice the shift in his look. That's just Yi Sang to her. Instead, she'll just tug him on up with her to go collect their sugary monstrosity mountain.

It's beautiful. She looks back up at Yi Sang. ]

Let's go find a place to sit.

[It's something.]

There is a bench thither.

[He motions with the tilt of his head, where a bench has indeed just opened up with the departure of a small family.]

[ Look at how much Poppy has grown, she doesn't even call out his use of the word thither. Instead she just cheerfully heads on over to the bench, expecting him to be right there along with her.

Sits down with their funnel cake in her lap, and extends one of two disposable sporks she acquired to him. ]

Well, let's dig in!

[ She's soooo ready. But also being respectfully patient? Weird of her if she thinks about it. ]

[And right there, he is. He takes the spork and starts from his side with a small helping, cutting out the morsel using the side of the utensil. The sprinkles crumble and scatter around the edge as he tries the sporkful of excessively decorated funnel cake.]

Mm . . . [He chews slowly and swallows. Then he delivers the verdict in a neutral tone:] It is so sweet, the sauce sears my tongue.

[ She finds herself watching with bated breath, fascinated as to what he's going to think.

And.

That's good enough for her! ]

Right! Isn't it awesome?

[ Starts digging in for herself, but she is doing everything she can to make sure everything stays on the plate. It'd be such a waste otherwise. ]

[He isn't sure if he finds it awesome, but he shan't rain on Poppy's parade, and instead partake of another section of the funnel cake with a different flavor. For both of their sakes, he'll let her have the bulk of the plate.]

It is to your taste, then?

[ He's still eating, which means he likes it, as far as she's concerned.

And in answer to his question, she nods. Hums. Swallows. ]

Yeah. I mean, it's not like you eat something like this every single day, but it'd make a good breakfast, don't you think?

[ Really wake you up. Really, really, really wake you up, which she absently wonders what Yi Sang would look like if he was on her level. Or even like... halfway there. ]

[His heart will most likely give out before he reaches her level.

At this point, he lowers the spork to focus on the question.]

I suppose it would be different. I did not oft eat much for breakfast whenever I would remember to do so.

[ Poppy winning this round of the questionable food choices battle. She is still digging away at her side of the funnel cake while he answers. ]

You— huh? [ Chews. Swallows. ] Wait, how much are we talking about skipping breakfast here?

[ The Victorian orphan eyebags... ]

[She is winning and he will not challenge her again.]

Mm . . . Back when I resided in T Corp., I would spend most of my hours outside of earning a living on conducting my research. On such occasions, I would forget to sleep or eat.

[In other words, he skipped very frequently to where his friends (yes, Poppy, they exist) were concerned he'd drop dead one day.]

[ Thoughtfully chewing on a piece of funnel cake. (Swallows before answering.) ]

Oh, you know what, I've been there before too, actually. That's why I'd keep a bowl of candy beside my computer.

[ So she got her necessary nutrients(??) in. Still, this is the most relatable Yi Sang has ever been, maybe. ]

[She is truly fond of sweets.]

Ah, that reminds me. How has your self-promotion fared? Do you believe you'll find yourself with a favorable network once the game has ended?

[ They keep the body going.

She pauses mid-scoop of ice cream at his question. It falls back onto the plate. ]

I... shit. I completely forgot about that. [ Shit?? She got so caught up in the thrill of yuri that... shit.

A beat. ]

You know what, I think it'll all work out anyway. I can probably do it on my own, whatever happens!

[ Yeah!! Confidence!! ]

[She forgot . . .

Perhaps it's a good sign. Poppy is confident, which means she's dedicated her time here to a different kind of lack.]

What of your partner? Surely, he can help so as to carry the weight with you.

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