MIZUKI

[frotag]

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w2, saturday

[frotag]

[ WOMP... he's in the rec room after all That, kinda just vibing in a chair but not really engaging in anything. ]

So . . . probably gonna be extending the rain check on that floor party.

[psynchroneyes]

[ She is likewise becoming one with the chair nearby. ]

Yeeeeah. Yeah. We can, uh. Find a better time for that, I think.

[frotag]

... 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...?

[psynchroneyes]

Life... really finds a way, doesn't it. We couldn't have done that on purpose if we tried.

[frotag]

Remember when Jingu-san brought it up and everyone was like "nah, that's stupid"? She really might just be the smartest one here...

[psynchroneyes]

Uhhh... Well, I was, er—kind of busy interrogating the hell outta someone.

[frotag]

Eh? Who? For what?

[ bro we were all so lost ]

[psynchroneyes]

Y'know, Sheba. For killing someone.

w4, monday

[frotag]

[ well, ichiban is here at the combat room!! WHAT AILETH YOU, MIZUKI. ]

Mizu-chan?

[psynchroneyes]

[ 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... ]

Hey. Yeah, it's me.

[frotag]

[ im in tears THE FIRST RULE OF ICHIBAN IS THAT HE MEANS WHAT HE SAYS, HE'S SO EARNEST AND LOYAL for better and worse... ]

. . .

You, uh, good under there?

[psynchroneyes]

Yeah! Just feels pretty chilly out today, huh?

[ it's like 70 degrees ]

[frotag]

[ looks down at his usual hawaiian fare ]

. . . You really want me to play along, ooooor...?

[psynchroneyes]

...

[ 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. ]

[frotag]

Whoa—!

[ 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!

[psynchroneyes]

It puts a total damper on my cute image, though...

[frotag]

Nah, c'mon, I think you could make it work! Like... an out-of-this-world galactic idol, or something like that!

[psynchroneyes]

Well, I can tell you I'm definitely not idol material.

[frotag]

Eh? Aren't idols, like, the epitome of cuteness?

[ he means this genuinely ]

[psynchroneyes]

Well, they can be... but I just manage them, not try to be one.

[frotag]

...

Huh? You're an idol producer?!

[psynchroneyes]

Close! I'm the president of one of the leading talent agencies, Lemniscate!

[frotag]

Whoa! That's pretty rad... man, kind of brings me back to my own president days, heh.

[psynchroneyes]

—Oh, you were too?

[frotag]

Yep! Used to be president of Ichiban Holdings, Inc., heh. [ beat ] For the record, it was actually named that before I was ever in the picture. It was just a lucky coincidence!