week four | dates

[marriagebroker]

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

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[fireball]

[ Of course he's not going to ask first. He's doing what she would do, and he's the guy version of her; she pretty much expects it. Is watching his face with anticipation while awaiting his verdict.

Pulls a face at it, rather than the taste. ]

Boooo, you're no fun. [ Cutting off another piece for herself. ] I think I'm gonna need to drown my coffee in cream at this rate, though.

[ Innocently contributing to coffee crimes... ]

[ordimame]

[this is how siblings interact]

Poppy. . .

Are you trying to kill me over breakfast?

[valid tactic if so]

[fireball]

[ Pops more coffee-maple-syrup-drenched tiramisu pancake into her mouth. ]

No.

[ Said while chewing. She's having a good time.

Mercifully swallows before speaking again, though. ]

You're responsible for your own actions.

... This is really sweet though.

[ Slicing off another piece, undeterred. ]

1/2

[ordimame]

[A HEAVY SIGH. . . before he lifts his coffee to his lips and takes a sip]

[. . . . . . . . . .]

[ordimame]

[he puts it down almost immediately afterwards]






I think I hate this place.

[fireball]

What? No you don't.

[ Come on!! He can't. Poppy lifts her hand, trying to signal that they should get another order of tiramisu pancakes — these ones more suited for Edamura's delicate sensibilities (i.e., without coffee crimes atop them). ]

You just gotta have an open mind. Right? Right.

[ Time to start pouring so much cream into her own cup. ]

[ordimame]

[tiramisu pancakes are acceptable. . . but he will be using regular syrup, thank you very much]

Sure. . . that's one way to put it.

[watching her fill her coffee with cream, resisting the urge to reach out and SMACK THE CREAMER AWAY FROM HER. . . though fortunately, a few short seconds later, his features sober into something more pensive, making it clear that something other than these horrendous coffee crimes are on his mind]

Say, Poppy. . .

[. . .]

[his gaze slides towards the cameramen]

[fireball]

[ Mercifully, she stops pouring cream into her coffee when he speaks up again, blinking up at him.

Looks to follow his gaze. ]

... Yyyeaaahhh...?

[ Are they about to do some shit.

She is not saying no. ]

1/3

[ordimame]

[GOD HE WISHES HE COULD. HE WANTS TO SO BAD. but the camera crew is wise to his tactics by now; they hover close, one of the crew members prepared with a towel, of all things, in case he tries to short circuit their equipment again]

[. . . . . .]

[a deep breath]

[ordimame]

[. . . he covers his mic with one hand, reaching out to hers to do the same as he leans in very suddenly, very close, to whisper something into her ear. short and sweet and to the point!]

[ordimame]

[and then! he sits back, lifting one finger to his lips in a "shhhhh" gesture as his gaze swings back towards the cameras. PLEASE POPPY FOR ONCE DO NOT SPEAK YOUR MIND. . .]

1/3

[fireball]

[ WHOA he just got really close all of a sudden, okay— ]

[fireball]

[ oh. Oh, okay! ]

3/3

[fireball]

[ She sits back too, nodding, nodding. Shhhh, got it. Not sure why he needs to be so quiet about being confident — seems like kind of a contradiction? — but hey, she's not going to question it. ]

Well, cheers to that then!

[ holds up her coffee cup filled with coffee crimes to clink against his. ]

[ordimame]

[WHY]




[DOES HE FEEL]




[LIKE SHE TRULY HAS NO IDEA WHAT HE JUST SAID???]

. . . sure!

[just. lifts his coffee. clinks his mug against hers. yeah. okay. this is fine]

[fireball]

[ She knows exactly what he just said! (She does not.) But he also asked her to be quiet about it for some reason, so she will! (She actually will.) They've toasted to his confidence and her silence with their coffee, and that accomplished, she leans back to take a healthy drink. ]

Mm... might need more creamer.

[ Maybe she should have just gotten milk. ]

[ordimame]

[. . . he'll let her have this one, since the drip is so bad that it's impossible to drink without additives]

When we get back to the estate, let me make you an actual cup of coffee.

[not this sludge just pRETENDING to be coffee]

[fireball]

[ She's gone back to her pancakes now, also covered in coffee crimes. Edamura suffers alone. ]

Sure thing. [ munch munch. ] I'll have to see how it holds up compared to these!

[ The. The syrup.

Though from the way she grins at him, one might just get the sense she's egging him on, and doesn't really mean it... probably. ]

[ordimame]

[IT'S WORKING. . .]

The syrup doesn't even compare!! It's not even real coffee, Poppy!!