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

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[willandaway]

[Will is stupid but I guarantee you he has AT LEAST like one (1) hormone in his body, so when Anna makes that offer with short shorts and bared legs he]

[freezes up for a moment]

[math lady meme]

[willandaway]

[no!! oh my god. be cool Will. be chill Will. women can wear whatever they want!! respect women!!! thinking that way is not very cool bro of you!!]

[he lifts a hand to scratch at his cheek, a splash of pink decorating his skin. but he still takes a seat at her side, keeping his eyes firmly affixed on her face, though he does intend to take her up on her offer]

Actually, I think I just might.

[makeine]

[ can






she tell him he's banned from this actually. no. of all people, her boyfriend deserved this. it's practically his right. it is his right. but anna's cheeks still color pink and she turns her eyes away, trying to calm herself. come on, it's fine. it's. it's fine. ]

Well, I'm all yours then.

[willandaway]

[oh no. her cheeks are pink. his start to flush a little in response, especially when she turns away, and his smile drops slightly as he clears his throat]

[. . .]

Are you sure. . .?

[they could always do something else!!]

[makeine]

This is the least embarrassing thing we could do publicly on this list, Will-kun, so yes. Lay down.

[ she's got






a couple others he can fulfill but doing it in front of god and everyone else feels. like this is going to end up more embarrassing for one of them than the other but. well. maybe it'll kill them both. ]

[willandaway]

[maybe they'll both die! and then this romantic reality show will turn into a funeral--]

[despite her obvious embarrassment, he doesn't need to ask her if she's certain twice. she wouldn't tell him to lie down unless she was absolutely sure about it, so. . .! with a nod, he scoots a bit closer towards her. . . and then plops his head (gently!) into her lap]

[. . .]

[WELL NOW THAT HE IS HERE, WHAT DOES HE DO?? he at least is lying with his eyes facing up so he can look at her (and not anything else, no sir, not at all), hands linked against his stomach as he just. you know. chills in this position]

[kind of comfy, though]

. . . well.

Hello there.

[makeine]

[ this is so

looking over him like this makes it hard to hide her pink cheeks and the grin that flits onto her face. her hands lay on either side of her at first, but one comes up to pet his hair. relaxing. ]

Hi to you too. Come here often? Or is this your first time visiting?

[willandaway]

[she has a nice view of the color on his, too! though it is mitigated somewhat by his next smile]

It's my first time. Very comfortable, though.

[almost as good as his dinky li'l couch pillow that he sleeps on]

[makeine]

Think you might be a regular?

[ oh gosh. she's never flirted like this before. ]

[willandaway]

[NEITHER HAS HE!! funny how natural it feels, though. . .]

If I'm invited. . . I might come by a few more times.

[makeine]

[ this is what everyone's gonna have to deal with while they're avoiding the truth booth, huh. ]

If my services satisfy, come by anytime. I'll save a spot just for you.

[ like it belongs to anyone else... god. can she be more spoiled. ]

[willandaway]

[yeh. absolutely disgusting]

No reservations necessary?

[makeine]

Nope. But I might have to start charging you if you visit too often. Can't go into the red, you know.

[ how daring ]

[willandaway]

[oh my god, that is daring!! the pink on his cheeks turns a bit more red, flushing up to his ears]

[HE STAYS COOL. A CALM AND COLLECTED CUSTOMER]

What's the current rate? Five reeve? Ten?

[makeine]

[ .............

god she can't say it she's covering his face with her hand. ]

I'll tell you when you hit the limit.

[willandaway]

[HURK]

[muffled noises?? he cannot talk with a hand in his face!!]

[makeine]

[ yeah that's the point his mouth is stupidly dangerous to her heart on any given day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





but she will release him after a few seconds to play with his hair instead. ]

Speak.

[willandaway]

[BLEH!!]

[she is just lucky he is not the type to lick her hand like a BRAT. he is too gentlemanly for that]

Secrets just make people more curious, you know. . .

[makeine]

Stay curious and lay on me whenever you want, then. If you're so dead set on knowing.

[ she can't say it!!!!!! there's no way she can say it!!!!!!! even if he might've been more flustered... ]

But I'll give you a hint if you...

[ ... ]

... Tell me your favorite color.

[willandaway]

[the horrible part of this is he has NO CLUE what she is alluding too. the stupidity strikes again]

[and her payment for a hint draws a laugh from him]

White.

[oh]

[makeine]

[ his laugh... ]

Wow. Surprising. With all the white you wear.

[ oooh. sooo surprising. she can't hide her face that well like this... the most she can do is look straight up. the pink streaks down to her neck a bit as her fingers twist his hair a little more. not painfully though. ]

... It's an action you can eat. Ask someone to solve that riddle for you if you want, I know you won't get it.

[ it's modern. ]

[willandaway]

[it's kind of nice. . . those fingers in his hair. no one has ever touched him that way before. gentle, affectionate. . . a little intimate, but not in an embarrassing way]

[. . .]

[also, he totally doesn't get it]

Do you want me to make you more roasted bird?

[makeine]

[ flicking his forehead before she goes back to doing what she was before. ]

No, dummy.

[ ... ]

I mean, yeah, please do it was super good, but that's not the answer, so don't run Sanji-kun out of the kitchen. Josuke-kun should know what I'm talking about... Mark-kun too.

[willandaway]

[muttering to himself, quiet but audible]

An action. . . you can eat. . .

[WELL. TIME TO HIT UP MARK OR JOSUKE!!]

I'm really stumped. . .

[makeine]

You're supposed to be. That's why it's a riddle.

[ ... a cheeky smile. ]

But I'm looking forward to you figuring it out, Will-kun.