week three | 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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[singurarity]

... [ looking at the capybara. ]

It's... definitely inspirational.

[warhawks]

Hmph. And I suppose you think yourself the same, for not cowering in my presence?

[singurarity]

No, I think I've seen too much. That's a different problem.

[warhawks]

Yet you persist. At what cost, I wonder? How many lives have been fractured so that yours might remain whole?

[ The smile on her — Asa's — face is both deeply unpleasant and jarringly out of place, belonging to something far older, more malevolent than a teenage girl. ]

[singurarity]

At least 40 billion, probably.

[ So. Yeah. You're not the only old, malevolent thing she's met, Yoru. ]

[warhawks]

[ Even for the literal embodiment of war, 40 billion lives is — not as incomprehensible as it would be to most, but certainly beyond what she can claim for herself. Once the surprise passes, though, her smile only grows. Despite the casualness in Ritsuka's tone, she can practically smell the pain behind it. ]

A shame we didn't meet sooner. You would have made a good host, girl.

[singurarity]

Well, I wouldn't have really wanted to die in order to meet you, so that might be a one-sided shame.

[ Yeah.

She can tell by Yoru's smile that she's read past her answer, and there's no real helping it. It's not like she'll ever be the same normal girl she used to be. She can relate to Asa, in that regard.

But the capybara just lightly headbutts Yoru's shin. ]

[warhawks]

[ Ritsuka can thank the capybara, because whatever asshole comment Yoru was about to make next instead becomes: ] Ugh, enough!

[ A complete overreaction, but she is tired!! Of this creature!! ]

Tell the humans that we're leaving. This place has served its purpose.

[singurarity]

Got it, got it.

[ She'll wave to the camera people.

THEY CAN GO NOW. ]