week four | 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]

[oh my god]

[Will takes the necklace with all of the delicacy of someone who has never handled something this expensive before. he stares at it, wide-eyed and almost panicked, before clearing his throat and turning towards Anna]

Well. . . [ahem] This is. . . for you.

[makeine]

[ ...

anna gives their poor helper a look of "i know. i know." before she turns around and pulls her hair aside. she'll give him a hand. ]

Put it on for me?

[willandaway]

[flushes a deep red, before he nods, stretching his arms across her shoulders so he can gently lay the necklace against her neck]

[. . .]

[if his fingers brush against her skin as he moves to clasp the jewelry in place, well. don't worry about it]

[makeine]

[ she won't worry about it if he doesn't worry about the way she shivers at the touch, or the pink in her cheeks as she turns to face him again. ]

Well? Does it suit me?

[ trying sooooo hard not to play with it... just resting her navy nails by it. matchy with her outfit, you see. ]

[willandaway]

[wauuuugh he was riiiiight a simple piece really does make her look soooooo pretttyyyyyyy]

[. . . exhales]

Yes. It suits you really well.

. . . you look beautiful.

[she is without it, but! he won't deny that it enhances her natural beauty so much!]

[makeine]

Then we'll take it. Will-kun, if you would?

[ heehee. while she fiddles with it now, grinning widely. ]

[willandaway]

Ah-- right.

[he smiles at her, bright and happy, before pulling out the currency (IT'S STILL WEIRD CURRENCY, WHY IS IT PAPER, WHERE ARE THE COINS) given to them to properly pay for the item]

[and, while he is paying--]

Thank you for selling this to us.

[because?? they're commoners?? and back home, this kind of thing is reserved for the nobility only]

[makeine]

[ .............................

oh.............. my god............................

she's smiling, but she wants to sink into the ground a bit. the salesperson blinks, but... takes the money, yes... you're welcome.

... thanking her stars that most cashiers and the like meet all kinds of odd people, will shouldn't stand out past a story to another coworker...

no. anna's going to look at the engagement rings while this goes down. get your receipt honey don't be drawn in by talks of memberships and the deals regulars get offered for joining. ]

[willandaway]

[I'M]

[I'm so sorry but Will is still a little gullible. he is offered a BUY ONE GET ONE HALF OFF deal, and although they definitely have not been given enough currency for it, he is. . . still considering it??]

Hey-- Anna, if we get another piece it'll only be half-price. . .!

[save him]

[makeine]

[ a sigh. she stares very, very hard at one ring in particular, heart yearning, before she takes will's hand. ]

Sorry, but that's all we were looking for today. We've got a couple years before he's shopping for a ring to propose with, after all.

[ and it'll be something far simpler, anyway... which suits him, which she'll love. ]

Thanks for your help. [ that's normal, will. ] C'mon loverboy -- before you saddle us with debt.

[willandaway]

Oh--

[he gives an apologetic look to the attendants, before allowing himself to be (blessedly) dragged away by Anna. thank you for saving him from trying to buy something he can't afford]

I wouldn't go into debt. . .

[how would u pay for it, boy]

[makeine]

You're pretty enough to work it off, but I'm not gonna let you.

[ don't worry about it. she squeezes his hand, then readjusts so she's holding onto his arm too. ]

... This is enough anyway. You can get me something when we hit half a year together, if you really want.

[willandaway]

[and out of the jewelry shop they go! I'm saying the store was located in a nice high-end shopping market, because Cal can't stop me. in case Anna wants to buy him a better outfit]

Half a year. . . [. . . firm nod!] All right. After six months, I'll remember.

[to get her another pretty necklace. or maybe a bracelet? it'll still be too early for a ring, he thinks. . . that's okay. that one is going to be a few years down the line; he knows it]

[makeine]

[ do they have the money for it. no. is this going to stop her from dressing him up like her own personal ken doll. also no.

anna's keeping her eye out for any interesting menswear shops she wants to check out anyway. maybe the crew'll pity her and her fashionless boyfriend and grant her enough for an outfit. ]

... Your six months are gonna be shorter than mine, you know.

[ damn. their relationship's first hurdle is anniversary dates. ]

[willandaway]

[a beat]

[he has to think about this. . .]

Are there thirty days in your months, too?

[makeine]

[ uh ]

... On average. It's about half 'n half on if it's thirty or thirty-one, I guess, except there's twenty-eight in February unless it's a leap year, and then it's twenty-nine...

[willandaway]

[the fuck is leap year]

That sounds confusing. . . how do you remember which months have thirty days and which have thirty-one?

[DUMB!! YOUR SILLY 7-DAY WEEK CALENDAR SYSTEM IS FLAWED!!]

Every month has 30 days, or six weeks. December has seven weeks, and the last five are Idlesweek. The holiday I told you about.

In total, that's 365 days per year.

[makeine]

[ oh my fucking god ]

You just shove your extra days into the last month?! We have the same amount of days in the year, except on leap years when we have 366.

[ is that it???????? hello????????? ]

Ugh! Okay, so, there's like, some saying to remember the months that do! Gimme a sec...

[ ... what was it... ]

Thirty days has... September, April, June, and November; all the rest have thirty-one. February's twenty-eight -- the leap year, which comes every four, gives it one day more. Or something like that.

[willandaway]

[. . . squints at her]





I still don't get it. What's the point of having it so inconsistent?

[whoever made this calendar just made it way too complicated]

[makeine]

I dunno. Something about how the sun travels or whatever.

[ not a damn clue. but it makes it tough...

... heheh. ]

Let's just go by yours. Mine takes too long.

[willandaway]

[a nod at that]

I can't help but agree.

[makeine]

[ she'll do the math later on where it lands then but does it matter when like three people she knows are from twenty years ago,

anna swings their hands a bit as they continue on regardless... it won't matter as much when she. can't think about that it's too far in the future and

... and...

...

this store looks promising. there's more of a handsome look to them, which suits anna just fine considering her own style, so it'll be nice to match without him going full noble-likeness... ]

Go get measured for me. First rule of fashion is that you have something that fits.

[willandaway]

[get measured??? what????]

I've. . . never had my measurements taken before?

[this is NOBLE PEOPLE shit, his commoner roots are showing again]

[makeine]

Most men haven't. Women get them all the time.

[ especially growing young women... she'll nudge him to an associate. ]

Don't be shy. Just be ready to strip off a bit.

[willandaway]

I don't know how I'm not supposed to be shy about stripping in public.

[HE SAYS. . . but his tone is a bit playful, amidst all of the obvious nerves]