week three | mingle

[showhost]

So, uh.

Welcome to Week Three! We’ve officially passed the halfway point, and after a super, duper successful Match Ceremony, I’m sure the teens are feeling all hyped up and raring to go.

Right?

Regardless, there are a few changes this Monday morning to greet the teens:

• First off, there is a new bathroom! Oooh, aaaahhhh. Three whole bathrooms in the house for the teens now. Enjoy.
  
• There is also a set of video games in the living room to connect to the TV. They are pretty much all multiplayer party games like M*rio C*rt. Don’t kill each other.
  
• There are a few packs of dorayaki now scattered around the house.
  
• There is also a piano now in the living room!
  
• On the counter in the kitchen, there is also some paper and writing implements, like basic ballpoint pens. Wait, doesn’t that break the rules?

Tsukasa’s extremely loud and obnoxious voice is not here to greet you guys this morning, which means it seems there isn’t a Task for the week–

But something else seems to be going on.

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[warhawks]

[ She looks back at him — her expression changing from surprise, to horror, to sadness, then carefully and deliberately blank. ]

Actually, I was just leaving. Would you mind getting out of the way?

[hgeegh]

[The kaleidoscope of emotions tells him who this is. He takes half a step aside before stopping, the tray forgotten and abandoned on the table.]

Wait, Asa . . . Can we talk?

[warhawks]

No.

[ She says immediately, getting ready to push past him... then stops. No matter what happened — no matter what she thinks of it — she at least owes him an explanation. Only one of them knows how close to death he came on that rooftop, and she doesn't have to like him to feel guilty over nearly killing him. ]

... Fine. But not here.

[hgeegh]

[He nods once, twice, and thrice. Then, before she can change her mind, he backs away to give her some space.]

Uh, y-yeah. [That was close. His heart's starting to pick up the pace.] Where do you want to go?

[warhawks]

[ Long.





Pause.

She's looking at the wall now. No Will to be seen. ]

There's only one place that's private, right...? [ The fact she says this flatly instead of being a flustered mess really shows her mental state rn. ]

[hgeegh]

[Oh.

Miraculously, there's no flush on his face at the suggestion. He's too worried about Asa to feel much else.]

Are you sure . . . ?

[Stupid question. He shoves his hands in his pockets and squares his shoulders. If propriety's an issue, he just won't waste her time.]

All right. We'll make it quick.