... I don't think anyone could've seen that coming. Like, how the hell did we manage to pull a tie off when we can't even coordinate enough to avoid a pileup in the bathroom...?
[ okay the truth is she legit didn't expect anyone to actually show up, so it's like. a few minutes before he does arrive that she did.
And Mizuki is... putting on her best Kenny impression, because she's dressed head to toe with the intention of covering herself, the hood of a hoodie pulled tightly around her head and face. But from what can be seen, it looks a little dark under there... ]
[ he is, admittedly, a little taken aback by this when she first reveals what's going on! but he bounces back pretty quickly enough, to the point where he's nodding approvingly. ]
Y'know, once you get used to it... it's actually a pretty cool look!
[ tonight, mizuki will not be running into ichiban—at least, not immediately. in his place is nancy, scuttling down the hallway and chirping in a somewhat alarmed manner. ]
[ once she is certain mizuki is behind her, nancy HAULS ASS. she leads mizuki to titan's call, where it becomes clear why ichiban couldn't be found wandering around after trial. he's sprawled out over the bar counter, looking awful. his hair is full of twigs and dirt, his hands are haphazardly bandaged and bloody, and he doesn't seem to be responding to nancy's pokes or chirps.
[ luckily, ichiban is conscious, and mizuki's voice is just the right volume to cause him to stir. to his credit, he doesn't smell like he's been drinking or smoking... if anything, he just looks. tired. ]
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w2, saturday
So . . . probably gonna be extending the rain check on that floor party.
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Yeeeeah. Yeah. We can, uh. Find a better time for that, I think.
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[ bro we were all so lost ]
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w4, monday
Mizu-chan?
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And Mizuki is... putting on her best Kenny impression, because she's dressed head to toe with the intention of covering herself, the hood of a hoodie pulled tightly around her head and face. But from what can be seen, it looks a little dark under there... ]
Hey. Yeah, it's me.
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. . .
You, uh, good under there?
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[ it's like 70 degrees ]
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. . . You really want me to play along, ooooor...?
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[ give her a minute ]
Nah, I'm just stalling the inevitable. Fine, fine...
[ She loosens the string, pulls down the hood, and
she just fuckin looks like this all over. hair included. ]
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[ he is, admittedly, a little taken aback by this when she first reveals what's going on! but he bounces back pretty quickly enough, to the point where he's nodding approvingly. ]
Y'know, once you get used to it... it's actually a pretty cool look!
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w4, saturday
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... Okay, you should definitely not be out on your own.
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[ A pause follows. ]
Yeah, okay, I got you. Why not.
[ she follows! ]
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you missed a hell of a trial! ]
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Well. She sees this poor, pathetic sight, and Mizuki just... slides into the seat next to him resting her chin into the palm of her hand. ]
You look like your wife just left you.
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Really know how to kick a guy while he's down.
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