[ 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. ]
Well... within the last twelve hours, I was attacked by a pissed off bird, had an entire nest dropped on my head, sliced my hand open on a dagger, got caught in a snare trap, ate shit getting freed from said trap, and then got stabbed by Rosie's magic thorns trying to stop her from ending it all.
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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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Maybe we can start with physically.
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. . . I think that's it.
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[ she pats his shoulder ]
Maybe you could use a drink after all.
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... nah. I wanna keep my wits about me tonight.
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