tinylittlebox | day 235 ● an empathy test

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day 235 ● an empathy test

Wednesday:
☑ Blade: restraint; blindfold; food (9 pt)
☑ Cobalt: food; movie; hug; pampering; teaching (8 pt)
☑ Hiryuu: worries (3 pt)
☑ Hurricane: never have i ever (3 pt)
☑ Levi: hug; hair washing (4 pt)
☑ Moxie: hug; worries; activity (7 pt)
☑ Sabre: hold hands; confession (6 pt)
☑ Shrike: hold hands (1 pt)
☑ Thorn: piercing; hug (6 pt)
☑ Yugi: hold hands; learning (2 pt)

K:
☑ A: worries (3 pt)
☑ D.Va: confession; hold hands; fast car; activity (12 pt)
☑ Hiryuu: stab (5 pt)
☑ Hurricane: confession (5 pt)
☑ Skylark: fight; broken rib (10 pt)

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[ She pauses in surprise, glancing down at their hands, a little of-- something, sparking through the bond.

After a flustered moment she just clamps her hand around Wednesday's. ]

Going for the easy points, huh?

... sort of?

[She's been brought up to be honest.

[Wednesday's cheeks pink a little more obviously as she looks down at their joined hands.]

It gave me the idea, but... I did it because I wanted to.

[ Something about that seems to boost her confidence -- the warmth of being validated, wanted, maybe.

Teasingly, as a warm affection bubbles up: ]

Hmm~ Would have done it with or without the game, huh?

Sometime soon, yes.

[She smiles, shyly: it probably matches the feelings Sabre can catch off her. Uncertain, but hopeful.]

I like you a lot, Sabre-kun.

[ She glances at their joined hands again, and there's a slight b-bmp feeling. ]

Is that a statement . . . or a confession?

I...

[She smiles. Ducks her head.]

I'm not sure yet. I - I mean, I'm sort-of with Levi-kun, but... I suppose we're not, um, exclusive or anything, and - and I really like you, so...

Maybe it's both.

[ Well, Levi is someone she doesn't hate, and she has Adora back home, this she knows well, but . . .

Being lonely, and then being wanted. The offer, potentially, to be a little less lonely . . .

A little bit of excitement flares, a little bit of hope. Gratification and pleasure. ]

Then maybe you should tell me once you figure it out, and that diner thing can be -- what do they call it -- "a date"?

[A date? With Sabre?

[Oh God she's gone fluttery before she realizes it; Wednesday hasn't had time to catch herself before she's started on what should I wear and maybe I should get my hair trimmed--

[She's definitely blushing by the time she's managed to get that all under control.]

I... actually... I'd like that a lot, if we did it...

Any time.

[ She laughs, her tail swishing a little, clearly emboldened by the positive attention -- like some kind of pleasure feedback loop. ]

So right now, then.

[ As she resumes walking in that direction ]

But--

[F L U S T E R E D]

You... don't mind that I haven't changed? I'd have worn something cuter i-if...

[ The question earns confusion, like -- what does that have to do with anything??

(Someone only barely knows what dates normally entail) ]

What? No. You look fine.

Well...

[Well, why not?

[She reaches up to smooth her hair a little, tucking a loose strand of hair behind one ear, and smiles.]

All right. If you think so, then let's go.

[It's... flattering.

[Nice.]

[ Her grip on Wednesday's hand gets a little tighter as she tugs her along. ]

I mean, if you really wanted to play dressup, you should let me put you in something a little less--

[ . . . ]

Pink.

You don't like pink?

[Well, it's not very cool, she supposes.]

It's my position color, so I suppose everything I wear has some pink in it. What would you want me to wear?

[ It's a princess color. ]

Black and red. Zrael clothes.

... do you really think I'd look good in that?

[Honestly, she's sort of flattered? Sabre's clothes always look so - well, cool.]

M-maybe I should try some on some time...

[ She can sense that positive emotion, and just seems pleased in response. ]

Only one way to find out.

I suppose we could do that next...? so long as there wasn't something else you'd rather be doing. But I definitely think we should eat first.

[ She shrugs ]

Other than food, I don't really care . . . if we can make points off it, that's just a bonus.

Well, there are things we could do to get points...

[How long does it take to get to burgers let's say they're there. It's magic.

[Wednesday pushes open the door to the diner and holds it open, this seems polite.]

I can't remember all of them. But there's one about going on thrill rides. Pampering... so that's a bit vague. I know there was one that was just about doing something one of us enjoyed, though, that shouldn't be too difficult to manage.

[ She's a rude girl with no manners who doesn't notice politeness, so she just saunters on into the diner. ]

If we both like burgers, I think even that is a free point.

. . . If I eat that red plant thing they put on it, that counts as a second point, too.

You can take it off if you like. I think if you just have a bite, it counts. It did when I was with Cobalt-san, earlier. We watched a movie.

[She takes a seat at the counter and hands Sabre a menu.]

So, um... do you know what you want?

[ Squints at the menu for a second . . . ]

What's a . . . "hot dog"?

Hm? Oh, it's a frankfurter sausage in a bun...? You can put relish on it if you like. They're pretty nice, but the burgers are better.

[ A what.

There's a flicker of frustration under the confusion, because -- well, she never seems to know what anything is around here -- but then it's pushed aside as she drops the menu, leaning onto the counter. ]

Okay, so three burgers then.

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