[ There March is at the door, and here Wriothesley is at one end of the small table he's managed to squeeze into his room, carefully pouring hot water into two teacups. He looks up at her greeting, and gives her a small wave. ]
Take a seat.
[ At....one of the two chairs at the small table at the side of the room, which is about as empty and bare as one would expect from a grown man living on his own. r/malelivingspaces. But there appears to be a small assortment of tins next to an electric kettle, as well as a small carved wooden bear courtesy of Malkuth chilling by its lonesome in the opposite corner.
Once she does take a seat, he'll slide over a cup with a small tea infuser bobbing along the surface. Who says they can't have a little fun while they're here. ]
You can take it out after a few minutes. [ With a gesture to the saucer set down next to her. ] So, what exactly happened that you felt the need to call yourself stupid over it?
[ March settles down after a quick glance around the terribly unexciting room, gaze lowering to the tea infuser again with a slightly lifted eyebrow. Okay. Right. In a few minutes, she'll address that.
For now, she lightly taps her fingers on the surface of the table, gaze a little distant. ]
... One of my friends kissed me and said he liked me and I didn't see it coming and now I'm wondering if I just... completely missed signs or... something...
He freezes in the middle of lifting his own teacup, gaze full of perplexed concern immediately darting over to March. Slowly, he set his teacup back down. ]
I'm surprised you didn't ask Malkuth about that first.
[ Unless she did and she's coming to him for a second option, which still seems a little strange when she has any number of friends who are probably more well-versed in the art of romance. ]
[ No really, he is, because she absolutely did not have to come all this way to talk to him about her worries and yet she did. Which means that he will be taking this as seriously as possible, lips pursed as he goes over what she's told him.
Which is not a lot. He's going to have to learn more. ]
Affection comes in different forms for everyone. What I might consider a romantic overture might be a gesture of friendship for someone else. [ But.........hmmm. ] Did he ever try to hold your hand? Buy you gifts? Tell you that you looked nice even if you weren't wearing anything special?
[ None of which are even guaranteed signs of romantic appreciation as opposed to regular platonic friendship, but he's really taking shots in the dark right now. ]
[ Bless this man for taking this seriously because she's sure trying to. ]
... Umm... [ Hold on, let her think back. ]
He got me a picture frame, but he said that was to repay me for getting him a scarf from that amusement park. He's not really comfortable with holding hands, so he's only done it when I was upset... I guess he said my outfit suited me once?
[ You know, it doesn't take a genius to put two and two together, but all the extra details she's including right now are really helping put the pieces together. A picture frame for a scarf, huh....? ]
Was it Izou, by any chance?
[ Sorry, just gotta get that out of the way first— ]
[ He can't help but crack a smile at that squeak, sorry March. ]
He mentioned you once, actually. Or rather, he was looking for advice on what to get you in return for a gift you gave him.
[ The scarf, the scarf really cinched things.
But now that he has more of the picture filled in, it's easier to move things around and connect the dots, to place March's effusive nature against Izou's bluster and contrast the two. ]
For what it's worth, I doubt you missed any major signs. I can't say I know him very well but he [ hmmm, how best to put this ] doesn't strike me as the kind of person to wear his emotions out for everyone to see the way you do, especially not ones that might make him seem vulnerable in any way.
[ But that's just a guess based off what he's observed. ]
[ She says this so blankly, not because she doesn't believe him but because actually, it's incredibly hard to imagine Izou asking for anything. At least for anything remotely resembling help. ]
I... No, you're right, he's... honest in a lot of ways, but he...
I guess he tries to answer me in the same way, sometimes. Even though it's uncomfortable for him. I might have accidentally pushed him too far.
I mean, we were kind of yelling at each other beforehand, and I was just saying what was on my mind and he said I was cruel for saying something like that to someone I only saw as a friend...
[ She groans, deflating a little in her seat. Gestures lightly to the infuser. ]
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March? Are you alright? What happened?
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[ She... sounds distressed, but more like "emotional whiny" distress and not "in actual danger" distress, so at least there's that. ]
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Why do you say that? [ Actually, you know what— ] Why don't you come over for some tea if you're not busy? We can talk about whatever's bothering you.
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[ Wow, tea with Wriothesley... it sounds so formal. ]
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[ Is this also doubling as an excuse to try more tea? Maybe. ]
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[ She'll be an excuse, sure. ]
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Room 006 in Revelation wing. I'll leave the door open for you.
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Hellooooooo?
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Take a seat.
[ At....one of the two chairs at the small table at the side of the room, which is about as empty and bare as one would expect from a grown man living on his own. r/malelivingspaces. But there appears to be a small assortment of tins next to an electric kettle, as well as a small carved wooden bear courtesy of Malkuth chilling by its lonesome in the opposite corner.
Once she does take a seat, he'll slide over a cup with a small tea infuser bobbing along the surface. Who says they can't have a little fun while they're here. ]
You can take it out after a few minutes. [ With a gesture to the saucer set down next to her. ] So, what exactly happened that you felt the need to call yourself stupid over it?
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For now, she lightly taps her fingers on the surface of the table, gaze a little distant. ]
... One of my friends kissed me and said he liked me and I didn't see it coming and now I'm wondering if I just... completely missed signs or... something...
[ Had she just willfully missed them? ]
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Okay. That's not what he expected.
He freezes in the middle of lifting his own teacup, gaze full of perplexed concern immediately darting over to March. Slowly, he set his teacup back down. ]
I'm surprised you didn't ask Malkuth about that first.
[ Unless she did and she's coming to him for a second option, which still seems a little strange when she has any number of friends who are probably more well-versed in the art of romance. ]
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[ Haaaaa. ]
And I told you, didn't I? That I'd tell you if there was anything romantic going on, since I trusted you. Even though you punked me ten seconds later.
[ And, you know. He'd made out with someone here. Who was a friend, according to Ishmael. Maybe he's got some worldly insight. ]
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[ No really, he is, because she absolutely did not have to come all this way to talk to him about her worries and yet she did. Which means that he will be taking this as seriously as possible, lips pursed as he goes over what she's told him.
Which is not a lot. He's going to have to learn more. ]
Affection comes in different forms for everyone. What I might consider a romantic overture might be a gesture of friendship for someone else. [ But.........hmmm. ] Did he ever try to hold your hand? Buy you gifts? Tell you that you looked nice even if you weren't wearing anything special?
[ None of which are even guaranteed signs of romantic appreciation as opposed to regular platonic friendship, but he's really taking shots in the dark right now. ]
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... Umm... [ Hold on, let her think back. ]
He got me a picture frame, but he said that was to repay me for getting him a scarf from that amusement park. He's not really comfortable with holding hands, so he's only done it when I was upset... I guess he said my outfit suited me once?
[ She's at a loss here too, Wrio. ]
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Was it Izou, by any chance?
[ Sorry, just gotta get that out of the way first— ]
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[ Oh, she squeaked. Oh, damn. ]
Wh--how did you--
Was it that obvious??
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He mentioned you once, actually. Or rather, he was looking for advice on what to get you in return for a gift you gave him.
[ The scarf, the scarf really cinched things.
But now that he has more of the picture filled in, it's easier to move things around and connect the dots, to place March's effusive nature against Izou's bluster and contrast the two. ]
For what it's worth, I doubt you missed any major signs. I can't say I know him very well but he [ hmmm, how best to put this ] doesn't strike me as the kind of person to wear his emotions out for everyone to see the way you do, especially not ones that might make him seem vulnerable in any way.
[ But that's just a guess based off what he's observed. ]
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[ She says this so blankly, not because she doesn't believe him but because actually, it's incredibly hard to imagine Izou asking for anything. At least for anything remotely resembling help. ]
I... No, you're right, he's... honest in a lot of ways, but he...
I guess he tries to answer me in the same way, sometimes. Even though it's uncomfortable for him. I might have accidentally pushed him too far.
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[ Just putting that out there! Though that's not exactly any sort of sign she could have noticed, so it doesn't really help right now. But also: ]
Pushed him into kissing you? [ Sorry, you've lost him again. ]
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[ She groans, deflating a little in her seat. Gestures lightly to the infuser. ]
Do I take this out now?
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You can take it out now.
[ Thank you for your service, Mr. Shark. Thanks for the indirect reminder for him to also take a sip of his tea, finally. ]
He's never told you directly about his own feelings? That he's interested in you as more than just friends, specifically.
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But March frowns, shaking her head. ]
No... if he'd said it directly, I don't think my head would feel like such a mess right now. [ It would have just been a mess earlier! ]
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[ Hold on. He suddenly realizes he might be making a very big leap here. ]
You do like him, don't you? [ Does she?? ]
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[ Wow she is somehow managing to droop even further. ]
I don't know. Until this happened, I didn't even think about the possibility, I was just so happy he finally let me call him a friend...
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