week two | mingle

[showhost]

Welcome to week two, Teens Who Are Definitely Searching for Love!

Hopefully everyone got a lot of rest over the weekend, and are bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for the upcoming week, because there are a few things of interest this week.

But first, some changes of note in the house!

First: there is a giant rectangular box on the living room table, addressed to Lessing. It is a care package. The only thing in it is his sword.

There is some Bauernbrot bread on the counter. Ask Lessing about that too.

There is now a hot tub near the pool. It’s large enough to seat about six teens comfortably, but you can get more in there if you really try for some reason.

Okay I think that’s everything. Additionally, Tsukasa is here early this week! He’s looking pretty perky, seemingly recovered from the Match Ceremony, and he’s got some interesting info to share with everyone.

Embrace Space | Property Damage, etc | Dates | Mini-Event
Truth Booth Voting | Match Ceremony Submissions

Comments

[singurarity]

Well, I think even if your hint said you were paired with a lady, you'd still have the initial problem. It's not like people can turn off their feelings, whether they're a match or not.

[flaweddetective]

[Older and younger. Interesting...]

What sort of differences exist between the two? What are they like?

[hgeegh]

No . . . the match is the problem. If it weren't for that, things would be simpler.

[hgeegh]

[Sanji sleeps on his side with one arm out and the other wrapped around his torso. Consequently, when he jolts awake and sits up, he finds himself tangled in the blanket as he exclaims:] Agh!

[He glances around wildly until his gaze sharpens around Anna.]

Yanami-san . . . ?!

not here

[haircared]

[ bombastic side eye..... he hates whimsy that much? what a loser... ]

[makeine]

Shh! The time is now, Sanji-kun! Today's the day!

[ th

the day for what. ]

[hgeegh]

[He shuts up right away.

His brow creases in confusion, and he leans forward to whisper with a hand cupping the space between them in order to contain the sound.]

Ah . . . what day is it again?

[singurarity]

In what way?

[makeine]

The day I'm making Will-kun's lunch!

[ look at her determination. ]

[hgeegh]

[Sanji's eyes widen.]

It's that day . . . !

[He flings the blanket away from him and all but throws himself out of the bunk, looking this and that way in search of his things to freshen up at the bathroom.]

There's no time to waste. I'll be ready in just a moment!

[hgeegh]

[Sanji sinks back into the familiar yet humiliating silence. Maybe this is why he didn't sleep so well the other night. It's a sign that he's thinking too hard about this.

He looses a despairing, aggravated sigh that has nothing to do with Ritsuka and everything to do with himself.]

Nothing . . . I'll figure it out, so don't worry about me . . .

[makeine]

[ haha. she'll straighten up and pat his arm as she passes. ]

Don't keep me waiting! I'm already set, so I'll start some prep work.

[ like putting her hair up and finding a cute apron to wear... and of course setting what she needs out. ]

[singurarity]

Sanji. [ With a sigh. ]

Are we or are we not friends?

[hgeegh]

[Sanji nods before grabbing his things and making a mad dash to the bathroom. He emerges before long, changed into a fresh set of clothes with his hair combed neatly in place, and collapses against a wall once he makes it to the kitchen.

Anna in an apron?! Will is one lucky bastard. If he doesn't appreciate this with all of his being, Sanji will fillet him.]

C-cute . . .

[hgeegh]

[His eyes tentatively lift to look up at her.]

We are . . . of course.

[makeine]

[ she turns like a wife in a kitchen too, beaming as she dries her newly washed hands off. like sanji's just returned home from work... you, too, can live vicariously. at least until she opens her mouth. ]

You cleaned up well too, Sanji-kun! It was kinda shocking to see that your eyebrow's not a stylistic choice.

[ please. oh my god. you can't just say that, anna, but there she goes, saying it... as she goes to retrieve a hen on the smaller side. it'd been maybe about this size...? ]

Anyway, I haven't roasted chickens before, so I'm gonna need your advice on that... He said it was done whole, and then they'd cut pieces off it to serve.

[singurarity]

So, as your friend, I am allowed to worry about you and I might be able to help you figure it out.

[ So. None of this shouldering it on your own nonsense, that's her shtick. ]

[hgeegh]

[He swallows. After another pause, he looks down and away again.]

. . . It's fine. It doesn't really have anything to do with the show. It won't affect anything, so . . . I'll take care of it. [Then he whispers:] Sorry.

[singurarity]

Does "anything" include you?

1/2

[hgeegh]

[LIFE IS SO UNFAIR!]

[hgeegh]

[Deigning not to acknowledge the weirdness of his eyebrows or lose himself overmuch in the heavenly image at the heart of the kitchen, he heads over to fetch his own apron.]

So you've been trying to recreate a dish . . . How did he describe it?

[willandaway]

. . . I'd like to ask about them sometime. Even if you can't use them.

[color him curious! but for now, he nods, visibly pleased to have made SPARRING PLANS with someone]

But we can save that for later. For now. . . I'm looking forward to seeing what you're capable of.

[hgeegh]

[Three beats pass.]

Yeah.

[singurarity]

[ Another beat. ]

... And I can't help at all?

[makeine]

Let's see... A bird roasted in... spiced herbs, I think he said. Tender enough it melts in your mouth -- can totally confirm that -- and with a bit of a kick that keeps you coming back. It's supposed to be served on the herbs it's roasted with, and sometimes there's vegetables on the side.

[ that's all she got out of him. ]

But I was kinda considering switching the veggies out for some rice, since that'll taste just as good and no one makes better rice than me. [ ... a tilt of her head. ] Or maybe I should just stick entirely to what he said, since it'll be closer to home that way...?

[ she'll take out a bottle from the back of a cabinet though, apparently the spices she's been working so hard on perfecting from her triumphant shake of it. ]

It's called redgrass-roasted bidou and it was really yummy when he brought back some for Ritsuka-chan and I.