Where? The hotel? You don't have to leave if you don't want to! I just want to make sure you're okay and not making yourself sick from cheese and alcohol
And I wouldn't say it was "me" exactly, since wasn't thinking straight... I just looked like a mess in front of people when I wanted them to like me It sounds pathetic when I put it like that, but...
yes, the hotel. i will always know how to go home. i'm bringing cheese.
why would they no longer like you for your humanity? to be messy is human. emotions are precious things. to show and to be shown is a sign of trust, is it not? an exposing of the raw vulnerable thing underneath
[ It's not a long trip to the hotel lobby! Marcille will be there, seated at one of the couches nearby the entrance. ]
When someone's in a committed relationship, you assume they're not open to dating anyone else! You shouldn't try to steal them away from whoever they're dating Have you not liked anyone before?
why is it considered a theft attempt by wanting to be liked? why assume? are people only allowed one? i like people and it’s definitely more than one, but i don’t think i’m stealing anything.
Well, I guess it depends on the people involved... Sometimes there are more than two people in a relationship, but everyone has to agree to that first Some people can get insecure, you know? Or maybe they just want to be with one person That's usually how it goes
[ these names come as choso ambles into the lobby proper, looking all the world like a man three sheets to the wind. his pigtails seem all in disarray, with a little cocktail umbrella tucked into one tuft, the other somewhat undone, and his face as cherry-red as a salary-man after a work mixer. ]
[ What a thing to read the second before a gangly, unkempt, red-faced Choso sways in through the sliding double doors. Marcille only sees him in her periphery, but her eyes are rereading that one word over and over again, waiting for it to vanish or become another name somehow. Except it doesn't.
You.
Her????
She hears Choso's voice and slowly turns her head to look at him like a rusted gimbal. Her eyes are wide as saucers, her face is completely red, and her heart feels like it'll beat out of her chest. And there he is, looking like a drunk mess, and he likes her. (And other people too, but still.)
Sorry, but she's not speaking first. She's just staring at him with her mouth open. ]
[ regrettably, choso clocks the expression perfectly, but attributes it to, maybe, a different cocktail. maybe marcille got room service. does room service give mai tais? more piinya cors? ]
Hello, Marsheel. Would you like a cheeshe shtick?
[ he holds out a little container as he meanders closer, weaving in that tightly controlled little way of the sojourning drunkard. one step forward, one step left, two steps forward, another step right, wao.
the smell of tepid mozzarella sticks permeates the lobby air like a flush of pollen. ]
[ OKAY well, she can't let him stagger all over the lounge. The nightlife in Vegas means that the area is flush with people and partygoers who are all looking at the small blonde woman and the bumbling drunk man holding a smelly cheese box. She can't sit there and gawk forever.
Still red-faced, Marcille forces herself to her feet, grabs Choso's upper arm, and presses her hand to the middle of his back to stabilize him. ]
Y-Yeah, um, I am a little hungry!
[ He's more drunk than she thought. She tries to guide him towards the elevator. ]
Let's go eat in your room, okay? Do you have some water there? Maybe some other snacks?
[ thankfully, someone here knows how to behave in massively public spaces, so choso is quite content to pass the reins to smart, unsauced marcille. he is an exemplary drunkard, thanks ever so, amicable and easily-steered so they reach the elevator in record time.
really, the biggest miracle here now is that his blood mark has remained admirably solid and dry. ]
We have sho many.
[ choso seems Proud, glittering at the elevator doors as they slide open. one step in, keep going until wall is found, come to stop with cheek against the mirrored glass. ]
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I'm in my hotel room for now
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we found piinya coradas i think you would like it if u like alcohol that isnt nasty
or in general
are you old enough to drink?
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You drank again... Are you alone?
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yes do you want some too?
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I'm fine. The last time I drank was embarrassing
Please don't buy out the rice balls at a convenience store again
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i won't. appetizers are in abundance here.
fried cheese, marcle
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It was my birthday so I got emotional about some things in front of the wrong people
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Don't eat too much or you'll make yourself sick, okay?
Maybe I should go find you...
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you are very good marcille
i can find you easier i remember where
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You don't have to leave if you don't want to!
I just want to make sure you're okay and not making yourself sick from cheese and alcohol
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I just looked like a mess in front of people when I wanted them to like me
It sounds pathetic when I put it like that, but...
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i'm bringing cheese.
why would they no longer like you for your humanity?
to be messy is human. emotions are precious things. to show and to be shown is a sign of trust, is it not? an exposing of the raw vulnerable thing underneath
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(She also isn't going to correct him on her not being human. She gets what he means.) ]
Do you want my room number or should I meet you in the lobby? We can go sit somewhere
It is a sign of trust, but it felt like it was too soon for something like that
Anyway, it didn't matter in the end. They're already in a relationship so I can stop worrying about it as much
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lobby. someone might want the cheese. it is not for them.
why does it not matter? what does them having relations have to do with liking you??
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I'm coming!
[ BIG PAUSE]
I really liked them, so I wanted them to like me as more than a friend someday maybe
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[ so much pittering, many pattering. luckily for him, the call of piinya coradas was only a hotel and a walkway away. ]
? and they cannot now?? are they okay? was this relationship actually in fact with their demise?
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When someone's in a committed relationship, you assume they're not open to dating anyone else!
You shouldn't try to steal them away from whoever they're dating
Have you not liked anyone before?
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why is it considered a theft attempt by wanting to be liked? why assume? are people only allowed one?
i like people and it’s definitely more than one, but i don’t think i’m stealing anything.
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Sometimes there are more than two people in a relationship, but everyone has to agree to that first
Some people can get insecure, you know? Or maybe they just want to be with one person
That's usually how it goes
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You like some people, Choso??
Who??
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[ choso fails to Comprehend. ]
toji, bakugo, and you???
[ these names come as choso ambles into the lobby proper, looking all the world like a man three sheets to the wind. his pigtails seem all in disarray, with a little cocktail umbrella tucked into one tuft, the other somewhat undone, and his face as cherry-red as a salary-man after a work mixer. ]
I haff arrived.
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You.
Her????
She hears Choso's voice and slowly turns her head to look at him like a rusted gimbal. Her eyes are wide as saucers, her face is completely red, and her heart feels like it'll beat out of her chest. And there he is, looking like a drunk mess, and he likes her. (And other people too, but still.)
Sorry, but she's not speaking first. She's just staring at him with her mouth open. ]
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Hello, Marsheel. Would you like a cheeshe shtick?
[ he holds out a little container as he meanders closer, weaving in that tightly controlled little way of the sojourning drunkard. one step forward, one step left, two steps forward, another step right, wao.
the smell of tepid mozzarella sticks permeates the lobby air like a flush of pollen. ]
You look hungry.
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Still red-faced, Marcille forces herself to her feet, grabs Choso's upper arm, and presses her hand to the middle of his back to stabilize him. ]
Y-Yeah, um, I am a little hungry!
[ He's more drunk than she thought. She tries to guide him towards the elevator. ]
Let's go eat in your room, okay? Do you have some water there? Maybe some other snacks?
[ Bread? Crackers? Anything? ]
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really, the biggest miracle here now is that his blood mark has remained admirably solid and dry. ]
We have sho many.
[ choso seems Proud, glittering at the elevator doors as they slide open. one step in, keep going until wall is found, come to stop with cheek against the mirrored glass. ]
Sho Yujshi won’t get hungry.
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