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]

[CRAB CHASING MONTAGE!! but yeah, they're not catching twenty-- Will can fit, like. two in his vest, if he folds it over itself into a makeshift bag. but that's okay! because. . . it's fun, darting around the sand and the water like this, laughing and digging for wriggly crustaceans, watching as she smiles and giggles and enthusiastically hunts down her quarry. . .]

[. . .]

[she's so. . . cute. . .]

[at the end, Will is wet and dirty enough that he doesn't mind flopping into the surf with a small sigh, lips curved into a content smile]

Well. . . we're a ways off from twenty, but--

[HE FEELS SUCCESSFUL]

[makeine]

We got enough for you and me, so that's all that matters.

[ well. actually. not even enough for her, this is a light snack for a big eater... but anna closes the distance and sits beside him, pulling her hair to one side to comb out the sand she'd ended up getting into it from a particularly Risky Dive.

it goes without much saying that her white dress is, well. sticking nicely to her legs and elsewhere. not that she's thinking of it. ]

Ugh, I'm so tired now... my legs are gonna hate me tomorrow. Maybe I'll ask Ritsuka-chan if she's got any tips -- she did sports before she graduated, so she's pretty knowledgeable about stretches and junk.

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[willandaway]

[wh]

[white dress. white. . . wet dress. . . oh no]

[willandaway]

[NO WILL BE RESPECTFUL!!!! DO NOT THINK THESE THINGS ABOUT ANNA SHE DESERVES BETTER!!]

[anyway]

[he ties the ends of his vest around the wriggling crabs, before laying his makeshift sack aside and turning to face Anna with a bright smile]

I know a few, too. Stretching before and after exercise is just as important in fighting as it is in sports.

[I'M MAKING ANOTHER EXECUTIVE DECISION: EUCHRONIA DOES HAVE SPORTS]

[makeine]

[ gonna be funny when she starts wearing Deliberate Dresses for him and he's still a gentleman,

but oh!!!! anna's brightening up. ]

Teach me some right now! We'll do them together! It's like, preventative medicine or whatever, right?

[willandaway]

[girl you don't even know]

All right.

[and just like that, he stretches one leg out to the side while bringing the other inwards, foot pressed against the inside of his thigh]

First, you sit like this.

[and then he reeeeeaches over towards the outstretched foot, practically laying himself out over his prone leg]

[makeine]

[ anna's long, pale leg stretches out against the sand the way will's does, other tucked beneath her dress, and she stares determinedly at her foot before her hands slide their way from her knee to her ankle.

unfortunately she's not as flexible as him, so that's really as far as she gets. fortunately (?) the motion still serves to fulfill the dreams of women-likers everywhere as her damp dress tightens a little against her chest.

... her groans don't help. i'm so sorry king-to-be. ]

I can't believe... how flexible you are, Will-kun... It's amazing..!

[willandaway]

[this was a mistake]

[willandaway]

[AHEM. LOOKING AWAY. . . POLITELY!!]

I-- just train a lot, that's all.

[makeine]

Ugh... I guess Lemon-chan can hit the ground too then, huh...?

[ she's sporty. she can probably do it. actually, during gym, she can... ]

I swear, I'm at a serious disadvantage compared to her... She's way more... aerodynamic, too... No drag in the pool...

[ ... ]

[willandaway]

[ANNA. . .]

[looking back at her with a tiny smile]

Focus less on what other people can do and more on yourself. Everyone's bodies are different.

I'm sure there are plenty of physical things you can accomplish that I can't.

[makeine]

Name-- one.

[ that he thinks she can accomplish that he can't. ]

[willandaway]

[his answer is quick]

A cartwheel.

[makeine]

[ ... ... ...

a cartwheel... ]

Deal.

[ she's standing up, hold on. ]

I've never done one before, but it can't be that hard!

[ uh

this girl's going straight back onto the sand don't worry ]

[willandaway]

[I'm WEEPING]

[. . . if she winds up falling back on the sand, Will is just going to politely duck his head and cover his laugh with one hand so he doesn't embarrass her]

[makeine]

[ she is

and she's sitting up with a soft groan to







is he laughing at her. will's getting wet sand thrown at him. ]

You can't do one either!

[willandaway]

[OH NOOOOO. . . he ducks, and then scoots towards her, reaching for the hand that ASSAULTED him with sand]

I can't--! That's why I brought it up.

[he's athletic but not built for cartwheels]

[makeine]

[ he can have it, the other one's gonna try its luck with another handful to dump in his head. ]

So what're you laughin' at, huh?! A girl's earnest attempt!

[ not that she could be seriously mad at him for it, considering he's seen her actually angry before and this isn't it. puffed pink cheeks only!!!!!! ]

[willandaway]

[yeah, this is definitely clocking as playful anger to him. if she were really mad he'd know! and he wouldn't be teasing as much]

[he tries to duck away from that handful of sand, but some gets in his hair anyway, tangling with his blue locks. he gives his head a shake, trying to clear it away, as his grip on her hand tightens]

Right, right. . . I'm sorry.

[. . .]

It was just. . . cute.

[makeine]

[ the c word......................

anna's cheeks stay puffed, but she'll move closer to brush the rest of the sand out gently. ]

I'll let you off the hook this time.

[willandaway]

[ah. . .]

[she's so close. . .]

[. . .]

Hey, Yana-chan. . .

[makeine]

Yeah?

[ hand paused, head tilted. ]

[willandaway]

[. . . . . .]

So I promised you one kiss for every one that I gave Ryuji, didn't I?

[oh no. he didn't FORGET. and he brought it up when she least expected it, just as keikaku]

. . . so. . .

[makeine]

[ ...

oh.

she's jolting away, face flushing. ]

Wait, right now? But I'm wet! And dirty! And--

[willandaway]

[still! holding!! her hand!! unless she tries to pull it back, then he'll let go]

And--?

[and he's smiling at her like none of that matters, because of course. . . to him, it doesn't]