[Thank you Golden Deer brand loyalty... Lorenz earnestly appreciates her noble donation to his security buffer to keep Other People away. His poem should have just said "Do Not Interact"? He is willing only to be observed.
But ah, he is visibly relieved. At last, he can relax.]
Yes, yes— I trust you will remind me of my promise whenever you see fit. [so, tomorrow] Now, returning to the problem of submitting an unpolished poem...
[Expect Hilda crashing through that door at, like, 11 in the morning, yawning and asking if he's heard of this mysterious dish called ~french toast~? A game changer. But yes, fine, back to this—which means that Hilda is taking a sip of her champagne. Tipping the glass just so, all to ensure that the strawberry doesn't bump against her nose... that's art, baybee...]
[11 in the morning is late brunch, Hilda, please wake up earlier. That's just lunch. But yes yes, Lorenz will take her to late brunch and eat a single corner of french toast.]
Yes! It's a travesty! Now this entire hall has seen my most mediocre of works.
[He gestures meaningfully with his glass, for emphasis. The whole! Room! His reputation is in tatters!!!]
[This is a game and Hilda is having a blast, yadda yadda yadda, but she says his name so fondly? Gives him an equally fond look? He is how he is, and she loves him for it. A great friend, 10/10, would fight beside—and gas up at every available opportunity, so:]
I think you're being way too hard on yourself. People are going for you, aren't they? [Yes, they are, which is why she tilts her glass in the auctioneer's direction.] That's because they like your poem. It's a good poem!
[Oh— You know, these many strangers could just be compelled by his obviously gorgeous face? But that's a given, so it's a nice thought that maybe his garbage poem is also good. Hilda is a Good Friend.]
Hmm. That could be. [He's not going to, like, say it, but he'll quietly forgive her poem stunt... Don't @ him.] It could have been better. That's all I need say on the matter.
[You know, for like, the fourth time.]
You didn't join in? These guests would be lucky to spend time with you.
[Lorenz's Good Looks™ are obvious! And the poem is charming. But oh, well... hmm... allow her to take another sip of her drink.]
That's sweet of you to say, but no. I think I'd rather pick the person I spend time with.
[Because this world is wild and wacky—and because something, something, the people she chooses will be both grateful for and blessed by her bid? Win/win! Anyway, Lorenz, don't think about this too hard. Don't read into this. Just accept this dramatic sigh before she adds:]
And if my brother ever shows up, I do not want to deal with the questions.
[Her unwillingness is proof of her pranking ways, he knows it... Like, that's a good point, no one they've ever met is allowed to know about this if they turn up one day, do not betray him terribly thank you in advance, but hmm!!
Hmmmm!!!]
And he will have many regardless, I'm sure.
[Neon furry city... But alright! Instead of that, it's time for the hot goss. Tell him whomst among them meets the Standards.]
[That remark earns Lorenz the quickest of sharp Looks, because the soon-to-be Soap Opera Squad™! Does not reveal! Any secrets!! If Holst shows up, Holst can keep on believing that Hilda is as sweet and as innocent as he currently does, but—ah, well. A bridge that will hopefully never be crossed.
So... yes! Gossip. Lorenz putting her on the spot, which she doesn't seem to mind.]
Oh, I don't know. Someone interesting? [A sigh.] No one has really caught my eye.
[Give her two (2) more glasses of champagne and she's bidding on Gintoki just to pet his ears? And then convincing him to donate some serious Chroma for the privilege. Schemin'. She will relay this tale next wine night, but for now, allow her to casually flip this right back around.]
What about you? Is there someone you're hoping will place a bid?
[Besides herself. Naturally. She is WATCHING.]
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[Make this pact over a fresh glass of boxed wine in the sanctity of his apartment living room and then he will keep any secret she wants! There are procedures, Miss Goneril. Holst will undoubtedly have his own section in the Soap Opera Squad Secrecy Charter, just in case.
He communicates this much with a raised eyebrow while he sips his drink, because of course he does. And then making a face, because hmm, just look at the bids he has... eugh.]
Is there any direction to go but up from here? Your generous favor excluded. But no, I have no specifics.
[It's an avoidance game right now... And also the natural consequence of spending most of his time here with all these tiny, bossy women? Maybe so.]
[The Holst Clause: Lorenz will speak highly of Hilda, and Hilda will speak highly of Lorenz, The End. But Lorenz's current bids are... interesting, Hilda thinks. Very interesting. She refrains from reaching out to pat him on the arm, but know that she does it in spirit.]
And that means that you have more options.
[Okay, so no arm pat... but what about a friendly arm bump? Pals.]
When you do find someone interesting, you have to tell me right away, okay? I know that you have excellent taste, so... I want to see it for myself!
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But ah, he is visibly relieved. At last, he can relax.]
Yes, yes— I trust you will remind me of my promise whenever you see fit. [so, tomorrow] Now, returning to the problem of submitting an unpolished poem...
["enough about me, now back to me"]
wow??? only 80% of the time
Is it a problem?
[Seems to be working out just fine, Lorenz!]
damn don't blast yourself so hard
Yes! It's a travesty! Now this entire hall has seen my most mediocre of works.
[He gestures meaningfully with his glass, for emphasis. The whole! Room! His reputation is in tatters!!!]
i embrace my brand!!
[This is a game and Hilda is having a blast, yadda yadda yadda, but she says his name so fondly? Gives him an equally fond look? He is how he is, and she loves him for it. A great friend, 10/10, would fight beside—and gas up at every available opportunity, so:]
I think you're being way too hard on yourself. People are going for you, aren't they? [Yes, they are, which is why she tilts her glass in the auctioneer's direction.] That's because they like your poem. It's a good poem!
don't we all
Hmm. That could be. [He's not going to, like, say it, but he'll quietly forgive her poem stunt... Don't @ him.] It could have been better. That's all I need say on the matter.
[You know, for like, the fourth time.]
You didn't join in? These guests would be lucky to spend time with you.
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That's sweet of you to say, but no. I think I'd rather pick the person I spend time with.
[Because this world is wild and wacky—and because something, something, the people she chooses will be both grateful for and blessed by her bid? Win/win! Anyway, Lorenz, don't think about this too hard. Don't read into this. Just accept this dramatic sigh before she adds:]
And if my brother ever shows up, I do not want to deal with the questions.
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Hmmmm!!!]
And he will have many regardless, I'm sure.
[Neon furry city... But alright! Instead of that, it's time for the hot goss. Tell him whomst among them meets the Standards.]
Who are you picking?
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So... yes! Gossip. Lorenz putting her on the spot, which she doesn't seem to mind.]
Oh, I don't know. Someone interesting? [A sigh.] No one has really caught my eye.
[Give her two (2) more glasses of champagne and she's bidding on Gintoki just to pet his ears? And then convincing him to donate some serious Chroma for the privilege. Schemin'. She will relay this tale next wine night, but for now, allow her to casually flip this right back around.]
What about you? Is there someone you're hoping will place a bid?
[Besides herself. Naturally. She is WATCHING.]
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He communicates this much with a raised eyebrow while he sips his drink, because of course he does. And then making a face, because hmm, just look at the bids he has... eugh.]
Is there any direction to go but up from here? Your generous favor excluded. But no, I have no specifics.
[It's an avoidance game right now... And also the natural consequence of spending most of his time here with all these tiny, bossy women? Maybe so.]
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And that means that you have more options.
[Okay, so no arm pat... but what about a friendly arm bump? Pals.]
When you do find someone interesting, you have to tell me right away, okay? I know that you have excellent taste, so... I want to see it for myself!
[She wants to Judge. She must Judge.]
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He hums into his wine skeptically though, because he can hear the Judging, if only because—]
You sound like my mother. We shall see what kind of people this city really has to offer. Right now, in any case... well, it is what it is.
[womp womp.........]