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.

Comments

[hgeegh]

[Sanji's hand rests limply over the slot machine's button.

Really, Lessing can be talking about anyone. The house has its fair share of strong, explosive personalities that more often exacerbate arguments than defuse them. (In fact, Sanji counts himself among them; he just hasn't had a reason to get truly angry yet.) Considering recent events, however, two particular sides come to mind.]

I promised Ritsuka that I'd watch over Josuke. As for her . . . she's been through enough. I don't care what the others have to say; I have no intention of ruining her vacation.

[counton]

[ This is one of the reasons that he wanted to talk to Sanji about this, because he'd gotten the sense that Sanji would understand what he was saying here.

Though more importantly, he wanted to talk to Sanji, because he didn't think Sanji would isolate and shun Ritsuka. It's not a smile, not exactly, but the corners of his mouth relax a little at hearing that. ]

Not ruining it isn't just leaving her be after all of this though. It means still spending time with her, and making sure she's having a good time too.

[hgeegh]

That's a given.

[He bets on the machine again. It's an ostentatious thing, full of noise and flashy lights, but still easy enough to ignore.]

Ritsuka has been nothing but considerate since our first day on set. I'm not gonna treat her like none of that meant anything.

[counton]

[ Now is when the corner of Lessing's mouth actually twitches up a tick.

Relaxing his posture, he holds his hand out for some of the money he just foisted onto Sanji. ]

Here. I'll try at least once.

[hgeegh]

[A brief melody plays as he wins a modest bet. Sanji glances at the sudden hand in his periphery, then meets Lessing's eye with a smirk.]

Didn't I say to start slow?

[He deposits a fair amount of money onto Lessing's waiting palm.]

Don't spend it all at once . . . Well, not that it's our money.

[counton]

[ Lessing shifts the coins in his hand, taking just one as he stick in in the slot, and pulling the crank on the side to start the flashy, colorful wheels in the front spinning. ]

I don't think you can spend that much on these machines.

[ He could go to some of the other tables, of course, but it's not like he actually knows the rules of games like poker. A perpetual poker face is only going to get him so far when he doesn't know which hands are good. ]