it was never pure.

There are worse things than being a jujutsu sorcerer, he reminds himself. He is desperately hoping that this is not one of them.

Though Nanami has done a lot in his life, he cannot say that he has ever had the desire to add "becoming a shill for a dish cloth company" as another item on his resume. He also does not remember signing a contract to even do such a thing, which annoys him all the more.

When Mr. Gavin turns his attention to Nanami, he shakes his head and picks up the offending item. He'd not considered the possibility of forgery, but now that's on his mind.

" ten minutes until showtime ! " a woman calls. the hustle and bustle of the studio had begun to pick up, and kristoph cuffs his sleeve slightly in expectation for the cloth to be wet.

"Not a well thought out action?"

Mira murmurs with a hint of confusion for a moment as she takes in his stance, tone and overall general appearance now he was standing before her. Rich had mentioned something about more 'uppity' people, was this one of them?

"That all depends doesn't it? One can find they enjoy throwing snowballs, while others don't. I am not proficient yet, but it seems.. Nice? So I don't feel it's a bad thing?"

Mira then shifts her weight from one foot to the other, bare feet crunching snow beneath them as her hands moving to clasp together behind her back as she tilts her head, not at all hiding the curiosity on her face.

he waves a dismissive gesture.

"i wouldn't say it comes down to matters of throwing," and from as far as he can tell, mira prefers the logical approach. "it'd be unfortunate for someone grumpier to be struck with it."

a nod of affirmation, and he points towards a set of trees.

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Mira had taken some time to watch some of the children playing with the snow, making forts, snowmen, you name it. And their current activity? Getting ready for a snowball fight amongst one another.

As she leaned over a small child, watching how they made a snowball, nodding her head as she took in the knowledge before picking up some of the snow to make one herself.

That was all well and fine, until they told her to try and hit a tree to help her get some practice in. So, she does. Except, she misses the tree, and hits Kristoph square in the back. The children all but flee as Mira stands there dumbfounded.

slowly does he turn around, pushing what snow remained from himself with a nod. the ' attacker ' seemed . . . sincere, but still, who throws a snowball knowing someone is nearby? what if she had meant to actually throw it towards him ? that was what bothered him, rather than the messied clothes.

" no harm done , " he says, wrist settling atop his forearm. instinctively does it tense, before he consciously relaxes it - a reminder to himself that it was a tick of his. "though..."

"Do you? I've never looked in that store." Directed by Nagisa's focused stare, Hiyori drew closer to the display window of one of the shops along Fibonacci's surface. This one seemed to sell gemstones and accessories that prominently featured them. Led along by a green leash, Bloody Mary pranced up beside the two.

As he stood by the glass himself, Nagisa held a hand up to his chin thoughtfully. "...I would like to step inside, but I don't know if Bloody Mary will be allowed in."

"We can always come back♪" Hiyori noted cheerfully, and then his eyes caught on a low movement along the same path they'd been following. A golden retriever was approaching! And a well-dressed man, too, but the dog was what initially had his eyes going wide in appreciation.

"Wow~ You have a beautiful dog," he addressed the man with the golden retriever. Nodding confidently, he stated, "Well-groomed, certainly!"

Mindful of both his dog and the other's, he didn't move from where he stood. The little yorkshire terrier moved further behind him rather than any closer to the strangers.

to his knowledge had she been rehomed, something of the sort. despite the initial leniency offered to kristoph in his solitary confinement ( that of birds and a rather ritzy chair ), dogs were simply a mouth too great to feed. noisy, messy and unkempt is how they were described.

nonetheless does kristoph dutifully take her on her walks. she is older now, indicative by her coat and waltz, and yet she treats him all the same.

at the sight of another dog does he motion for her to sit. she does, expectant gaze upon bloody mary and a waiting demeanor. in many which ways had she come to replicate kristoph - bar her fiestiness she never quite grew out of. try as he may to train it from her, it remained. nonetheless, she was largely docile when commanded to.

"a yorkshire terrier. cute." finger coils leash about itself, the fine leather with all its intricate embroideries swirling twixt manicured nails. "brash things. yet, yours hardly seems the type. how well behaved."

at that, he extends an arm, pacing a step backwards. vongole remains where she is, fixated upon the strangers. "yes, yes. vongoles coat is well-kept. if you desire to pet her, i suggest not to," a pause. "it's a pity to see your terrier cautious. i take it that they're not fond of larger dogs?"

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Kristoph!

You will be housed in HOUSE 102.

You’ll be given nail polish that does not contain poison.

Enjoy your stay!