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[Guess what, Hilda... Lorenz demands reparation... Or: he has attempted to nip this in the bud to no avail, and now he is here, loitering with his drink, watching with mild dread as undesirables keep putting their names on him. God! Is this real!

Hilda's support is appreciated, maybe, but also maybe not really because—]

If I recall... That particular poem was disposed of for being of too low a quality to ever see the light of day! And yet, there it is! How interesting.

[That is just one of his many objections!!]

_{[ Gintoki is in a different predicament because he didn't sign up for this. He's looking a bit foxy thanks to the triple moon that's going on right now, so when his name is called, he's in the middle of picking at his teeth. ]}

Ah? Me? Aaa, nono. I think you have a mistake. You mean Kintoki. Surely there's a Kintoki in the house. Our names are similar..

_{[ Then for some reason, some reason this cute places a bid on him. Suddenly his reaction is different. A lot different. ]}

[It hadn't taken long for Constance to find Hilda at the ball (even amidst all the colourful attendees, she did stand out), which wasn't actually ideal; she'd wanted a bit of time to work up the courage to ask her something that had been playing on her mind for the last little while. The topic was hideously embarrassing - humiliating, really - but Constance couldn't deny that the idea might have some merit.

Besides, if she simply thought of it as another type of study, surely that would be okay!

...hopefully.]

Hilda....do you remember that evening when you mentioned teaching me how to....talk to...boys?

[You may have been tipsy so perhaps it was the alcohol talking, but...well...can't hurt to ask, at least...]

[There are a myriad of ways to run into someone in this city. The Moonblessed do not always require some planet-shattering event, or some wide-scale phenomena to affect the city for them to meet, or form connections. Those who are social, outgoing, and friendly can manage it just fine.

It’s too bad that Sephiroth is usually considered none of the above.

Thankfully, there are other variables that will help him with that today. Mostly, it’s the fact that he decided to take a shortcut through a market square bursting with neon colors, the Lunatians all a-bustle with the vigor of excitable shoppers seeking a deal. He soon realizes that this “shortcut” is in name only, and changes course into an alley to avoid the main crowd, long strides bringing him there quickly.

Out the other end, and around a corner— and even Sephiroth’s reflexes do not make him immune from Bad Timing. He feels it against him, a jostle that barely moves his frame when he bumps into someone, but it’s enough to have the item he bought earlier today tumble out of his hands. This item is either:

A) a round container with a cartoon fish mascot printed on the front. Goldfish(?) food?

B) a bottle of shampoo in an unfortunately bright neon bottle. Rose scented.

C) a book; a collection of short, historical fiction, according to the spine. Considering where they are, this might as well be science-fiction.

Sephiroth could make the effort to stoop down low and catch the object before it collides into the pavement, but maybe this pink-haired young lady wants to do something about it first? Or, you know. Not. That works too.]

Hilda? It's Marianne

[ she knows... her name likely shows up on hilda's caller id or whatever but listen, she's still getting used to this ok. ]

If you aren't busy, I was wondering if I could ask you something

[Or: the one where Lorenz does not return to his own apartment all night, suspiciously, and finally does come home in like, the middle of the morning. That's what he's doing now, hastily shuffling in his own front door as quietly as possible so as not to alert the nosy neighbors (actually just the one) that he is Home Now.

He has only two goals: to change his outfit and pretend he was here all along. He has obviously been home from 6pm until now and anyone who believes otherwise is sorely mistaken? It's the truth. So there he goes, making a beeline right for his bedroom, not stopping to prepare breakfast for anybody in his empty apartment because it is sooo empty...]

[ it's been a few days since marianne had holed herself up in her room with nothing but a quick text to hilda telling her where she'd be. despite being unprepared for the changes brought about by sanguis, she was glad she'd decided to do so; it's been a rough time, but she'd expected that after reading some posts on the network. she just didn't think how all-encompassing those changes could be.

at the very least, she didn't want to put hilda and the others at risk, and that was enough for her.

it's on her last day when she finally messages her again, now that she's regained the use of her hands, responding to the latest update of prisma bachelor and remainder. the girl she'd been rooting for didn't get the rose, but that's fine; she thanks hilda for watching the duchess while she was away and puts her device down, rubbing at tired eyes before getting up to wash her face. she has a feeling hilda may want to come by and she'd rather not look like she hadn't slept very much for the past few days, almost looking like how she did during their academy days. ]

Wow I uh. Didn't expect to find out you arrived here by you bidding on me in a date auction, Hilda.

Hey, by the way?

And congratulations? I know just where all to take you~

[The following comes as a series of texts:]

Hilda

Please make sure Nugget has eaten his food and not made a horrific mess like the other day.

I will not be back until morning. Do not ask me a dozen questions about this, I am busy.

Also please refrain from making faces, I know you. Whatever you've decided I am doing, I am not.

[The real concession here is that he's embraced the Nugget Name tm. Anyway: do not.]

Er.

[Voice is hard. Socializing is hard. Talking to someone he doesn't know is hard, but Lorenz is worth it, so here they are.]

Am I speaking to a Hilda?

[she probably has like ten last names but so does everyone in lorenz's world, it's fine.]

here's your mandatory auction thread now bc time is fake

1/2

please help her hilda-senpai

a wild Sephiroth appears. (Action! ....lmk if this is too dumb lmao.)

closes my eyes.... text; forward dated to like after the intro or w/e time is just a concept

it's the walk of shame thread, time has no meaning this was like a week ago ig

idk like 5/5 or something

Time has no meaning, it's the Auction Thread