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[ when the feed opens on becky's face, it's obvious from her expression that she's trying to hold back her excitement about something. her grin seems to say she knows something that everyone else doesn't know — and, well, it's something everyone has probably been wondering about since tuesday. at least, the ones she'd subjected to being set up. she would have attempted to hide her identity as the person responsible for the blind dates for longer than a few days, but she's simply dying to know how they all went and the only way she can find out is if she outs herself. or she could just stalk everyone, but this way is much easier and much more direct. ]

Soooooo... [ the vowels fluctuate in a sing-song manner and she stares expectantly at the screen, brows raised. ] How was everyone's Tuesday? I'm dying to hear all about it.

[ yeah, she's really not trying for subtlety here. she might actually die from excitement at this point the way she's practically holding her breath. it's almost like she's saving it all in case she needs to let out a powerful fangirl screech... sadly, that probably won't happen. maybe next time, becky. ]

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[ cora isn't sure if she wants to punch her or roll her eyes exasperatedly at becky. the blind date got her out of her regular routine of barely existing, slumming it out in her room with boudica as she takes to being a grandma rather than a teenage girl with her entire life ahead of her. but it's still awkward. she goes for the latter — hence why this isn't text. she inhales deeply, taking her time, before she stares into the camera, expression unimpressed. ]

Why?

[ isn't she the girl with absolutely no shippability? she has eyes — sam's a tall fish to catch for someone who can't bait a relationship with even the biggest worm according to this girl. ]

[ becky shrugs, seemingly unfazed by everyone's reactions to all of this. mostly it's just the same thing over and over, "it was you?" "why?" she's happy to answer, really. ]

Why not? [ what she doesn't say, however, is "you're sam's type." because she doesn't really want to admit that to herself, even though she knows it's true that she isn't his type. and, okay, maybe she saw cora and imagined that's sort of how madison looked. ]

I thought I was unshippable. [ the word sounds really weird on her tongue. it's clear by the pinch of her brows and how she says it slowly that she believes it to be a really weird phrase. does she believe she's unshippable? maybe. wonderland doesn't. neither does becky. and she's honestly uncertain as to why. ]

[ becky holds up her hands in defense, her eyes going slightly wide as if she's just been caught doing something she's not supposed to be doing. ] I never said that! [ cue her nervous laughter. ] Um. I just said it would be... rare. So... [ her mouth curves into a forced smile. ] Congratulations!

[ cora continues to look unimpressed. ] Why him? [ she doesn't sound insecure when she says it. it's almost a little too sharp, as if something she ought to be defensive about. there's nothing wrong with sam, aside from his apparent love for plaid and his height. she's a shrub in comparison to him. it hadn't been awful, it'd just been ... not something she was used to. ]

[ oh. well... there's the real question. she could answer truthfully, but that might be more weird than making up a reason. ] Oh, well... I dunno, I just thought... he might be your type. [ except really it's more "you might be his type." ] I mean, he's tall and handsome, and those eyes... [ did you look at them, cora? you better have. she's trying to live vicariously through you, here. ]

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