week two | dates

[showhost]

You worked up your courage and asked someone out on a date! Good job!





Now you have to hope the producers are kind re: where they send you.

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[willandaway]

That's not. . .

[he has long since stopped paying attention to the poor instructor overhead, who is probably exasperated by the lack of assistance with this STUPID KNIFE. sorry the students are now FULLY PREOCCUPIED]

[Sanji may have noticed that Will carries his bag with him everywhere. . . and at times like this, it comes in really handy. he begins digging through it, producing a dink leather-bound journal that he flips open. once he finds the page he is looking for, he shows it to Sanji]

[it's a crude drawing of this fella]

. . . this is a human. The monsters of which I speak.

[see?? THEY LOOK NOTHING LIKE ANYONE IN THIS HOUSE]

[hgeegh]

[The instructor is suffering.

Sanji, on the other hand, is free yet squinting at the drawing.]

Whoa . . . [Talk about ugly. This is an insult to the ladies foremost.] They really do look like monsters.

[willandaway]

[ugly and horribly murderous!! Will remembers vividly what this human in particular did at the Northern Fort]

You can see where my confusion is coming from. . .

[hgeegh]

[Most humans (of those he knows) aren't capable of that level of mass destruction, either. This is really challenging his worldview right now. For humans to be the monsters . . . ]

That doesn't change the fact that I'm still my world's version of a human, though. Some of the others back there might be the same as me. That's not going to be a problem, is it?

[willandaway]

[immediately—]

Of course not. Even if you are . . . human. . . you aren't a monster.

No one here is.

[hgeegh]

[Sanji stares at Will for a passing moment. Then he sighs, rubbing his neck as he looks up at the ceiling, where the instructor is hanging by the handle of the knife.]

The purest kind . . . Right.

[willandaway]

[. . . ?]

Purest?

[hgeegh]

Nothing.

[Sanji waves, dismissing that train of thought.]

But that knife isn't budging. Just how hard did you throw it?

[willandaway]

[GOD]

Maybe I really should help.

[the instructor, relieved that one of them is FINALLY ready to do something, releases the knife and hops off the ladder to just. . . go lie on the ground. he's so exhausted]

[hgeegh]

Maybe. You go ahead and do that.

[In the meantime, Sanji will bring the instructor a hand towel and a glass of water to let them recuperate before resuming the class.]

[willandaway]

[Will quickly climbs the ladder, grabs at his knife, and. . . yanks it out of the ceiling with a single tug]

[OKAY SHOW OFF]

[hgeegh]

[While the instructor guzzles the water, Sanji cranes his neck at the telling sound of the blade scraping out of the ceiling.]

Oh, good job. Think you can still use it?