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Dreambucks Dating Sim(?!): Limited Edition
Who: Emet-Selch, Mei Lee, and a Bevy of Beautiful Boys (maybe)
Which: OPEN to friends and acquaintances (and innocent bystanders should you prefer it!)
Where: Dreambucks, five days later at high noon (backdated to ~August 10th or thereabouts)
What: In a half-hearted effort to help Mei overcome her unusual "ailment", Emet-Selch has agreed to take tea with her at Dreambucks and to invite a few of his more objectively attractive acquaintances. (Worry not, he's only here as a chaperone.)
Warnings: Cringe, regret, and secondhand embarrassment.
[The day is young; the wind is high. A small change of plans to begin what is certain to be a rather... unique experience, all told, has ushered Emet-Selch and his party indoors. Emet-Selch sits at a cafe table not terribly far from the entrance, positively bored as he pores over preliminary scheduling notes for his grand talent scouting venture whilst waiting for their guest of honor. The shadows beneath his eyes are more prominent than ever today, and he seems considerably older than his "forty-two" years. In other words, he's managing to look his age for once.]
[How this all came about, he still isn't completely certain. Perhaps at the time he was exceedingly exhausted and low on sleep (such as now), searching for anything at all to keep him focused and awake. Or perhaps in a lapse of judgment he saw this endeavor as a source of inspiration for an upcoming production - something whimsical about the struggles of life; a sentimental comedy. Or... perhaps a small, very small perfectionist-driven part of himself wished to help put an end to a young girl's peculiar affliction once and for all. "Stage fright" in the presence of others, broken focus, a tripped tongue. To have one's mind clouded is a tragedy, particularly when it would prevent one from reaching their full potential. And as it happens, Emet-Selch knows well how important it is to be able to make oneself understood when in the company of others - yet this is hardly the time for an origin story.]
[Emet-Selch lets out an exaggerated sigh and his hard gaze pins itself to the first person who is unfortunate enough to make eye contact.]
I do hope the child does not overdress for the occasion. This is a common social gathering, not a wedding reception. I reiterated the fact several times, yet I'd be foolish to think she heard a word of it. She was too busy shouting about her "first grand step into the exciting world of adulthood".
[A sideways glance at the doorway.]
Which: OPEN to friends and acquaintances (and innocent bystanders should you prefer it!)
Where: Dreambucks, five days later at high noon (backdated to ~August 10th or thereabouts)
What: In a half-hearted effort to help Mei overcome her unusual "ailment", Emet-Selch has agreed to take tea with her at Dreambucks and to invite a few of his more objectively attractive acquaintances. (Worry not, he's only here as a chaperone.)
Warnings: Cringe, regret, and secondhand embarrassment.
[The day is young; the wind is high. A small change of plans to begin what is certain to be a rather... unique experience, all told, has ushered Emet-Selch and his party indoors. Emet-Selch sits at a cafe table not terribly far from the entrance, positively bored as he pores over preliminary scheduling notes for his grand talent scouting venture whilst waiting for their guest of honor. The shadows beneath his eyes are more prominent than ever today, and he seems considerably older than his "forty-two" years. In other words, he's managing to look his age for once.]
[How this all came about, he still isn't completely certain. Perhaps at the time he was exceedingly exhausted and low on sleep (such as now), searching for anything at all to keep him focused and awake. Or perhaps in a lapse of judgment he saw this endeavor as a source of inspiration for an upcoming production - something whimsical about the struggles of life; a sentimental comedy. Or... perhaps a small, very small perfectionist-driven part of himself wished to help put an end to a young girl's peculiar affliction once and for all. "Stage fright" in the presence of others, broken focus, a tripped tongue. To have one's mind clouded is a tragedy, particularly when it would prevent one from reaching their full potential. And as it happens, Emet-Selch knows well how important it is to be able to make oneself understood when in the company of others - yet this is hardly the time for an origin story.]
[Emet-Selch lets out an exaggerated sigh and his hard gaze pins itself to the first person who is unfortunate enough to make eye contact.]
I do hope the child does not overdress for the occasion. This is a common social gathering, not a wedding reception. I reiterated the fact several times, yet I'd be foolish to think she heard a word of it. She was too busy shouting about her "first grand step into the exciting world of adulthood".
[A sideways glance at the doorway.]
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... Well... I think you're valuable just the way you are, no matter who your parents are. I came here wanting to know you. I'd really like us all to be friends! I still have some time before I have to know what I really want to be when I grow up... so I need all the awesome influences I can get.
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[Emet-Selch observes this exchange without interruption, entirely willing to let the two youngsters settle things between themselves without one of his usually affected interjections. Yet, how is he supposed to interpret all of this, Akechi? If you despise the views of adults so much, then why is it you agreed to become his newest project in the first place? He is, after all, the most adult adult out of all of the dreamwalkers - at least in terms of age and condescension.]
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It was almost funny. "Friends. And here I was thinking you were just pining after every vaguely-attractive male in a hundred mile radius."
The answer to that question, Emet-Selch, was 'it's complicated'. It probably helped that their relationship thus far was, at least on paper, on relatively equal footing and Akechi had never actually felt demeaned or condescended to.
Or at least not condescended to in a way that didn't invite a return volley.
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She then flashed a playful grin to Akechi's assessment. ]
Who says I can't have both? Having a good-looking friend will help me be less goofy around all good-looking guys!
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That... bore thinking about. "I'll be happy to talk about... anything. Other than your interest in the opposite sex. It's like talking to Sakamoto all over again-" He inhaled, pinched the bridge of his nose. "Flutes. How long have you been playing the flute?"
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No, that wasn't true. There'd been more than enough. His foster parents hadn't wanted to pay. "It wasn't in the cards. Have you exclusively practiced classical music, or have you tried branching out at all?"
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But his additional question made her blink. Branch out? How so? "But that's what the flute is for. Mom always said so. Like a way to honor tradition and your elders!"
... Boy, it always somehow came back to mom, didn't it?
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For a number of reasons, not least of which being his personal hesitance to spend time around thirteen-year-old girls.
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"Why not? I bet it could be a lot of fun! And you know so much about, like, everything already! You could me my teacher, or mentor!" Don't make her say senpai.
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"Sounds great!" Mei thrust her hand forward for an 'agreement shake'. "I'm looking forward to it, Teach'!"
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But he offered his hand- faltered, for a moment, then switched to his right, shaking Mei's hesitantly.
Great.
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[No need to thank him, Akechi. You did this all by yourself. Congratulations on your mentorship, by the way.]