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@mika-pon
"Oh? That’s a good point. Don’t wanna eat too much and feel sick now…"
"It looks really good though! Where do I start…?" If you’re going for the food you better eat the best damn food there pro tip 2k13.
Very serious contemplation. "Try the.. lemon meringue," he says, as he touches a plate of pie. "Or the pecan pie."
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Late to the party and instantly heads to the food. “Oh man! I’m so hungry…!”
If this was her reward for having a load of fun for two weeks then she’ll gladly indulge!
Is already eating.
"Ah," he says, kind of nervously as a girl approaches the table. "There's a lot of food, so ... be careful."
She was at the point of watching WGM for amusement since being withdrawn from the event - not that she minded. Perhaps the television life wasn’t for her.
She found herself in a small cafe again - the one managed by Syo, seeing as it was her favourite cafe. Warm drink on the table and a book in front of her, she was content for the moment.
The cafe is always a nice spot to go to whenever the day is slow. Also, the internet speed is excellent. Mikado walks into the cafe, bright gaze surveying the area.
It seems like nearly all the seats are taken, however, so he wanders around a bit awkwardly until he stands next to a girl with an empty seat opposite of her. "I, I'm sorry," he apologizes, blinking. "Can I sit here?"
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Oh. So this guy was at homecoming where she was selling..’beverages’ hopefully that didn’t leave a bad impression of her- “Oh! I’m surprised you remember me from that-” rubbing the back of her neck in a rather sheepish manner “Yeah, I thought a few drinks would help set the mood for the youth today~ Good to see you..again then! Mikado-kun!”
N’awh wasn’t this guy a cutie, he didn’t seem annoyed at all about homecoming; good for her! “Homecoming was a little crazy huh? I guess that made it funner though!”
Tomoko couldn’t help but laugh when he said husband, most of it out of awkwardness, covering her mouth with her hand and letting her laughter out- “Ah, of course! Friends it is, whatever floats with you!” spotting him gesture into the tent, she eagerly made her way inside to check it out, careful not to step on anything. It seemed..cozy enough. “At least there’s sleeping bags right? Looks like we have to do everything else ourselves!”
"Yeah .. "
Mikado's voice is still nervous as he steps gingerly into the tent after her. The tent is small, to be sure. There's barely enough room to sit side by side without having their knees touch. His face flushes again an awkward shade of pink as he sidesteps the thought of sleeping inside the tent with a girl - not that he'd do anything (he's rather harmless), but still the thought was sort of nervewracking.
He's a total newbie to this sort of stuff, Mikado is. Brushing back a strand of black-blue hair, he settles down on the sleeping bag he'd unfurled on one side of the tent. "Camping is fun," the boy says casually with a light smile. "I haven't gone camping since ... I was a kid. I don't even remember much of it.. aha ... "
The truth is that camping makes him incredibly nervous. Out in the woods, with animals looming in the dark, how could anybody camp without dying of fright?! Especially bears. The thought of bears makes his blood run cold. Bears were so big. One swat of their paw and he'd go flying against a tree.. Bears, man...
With a cough, he demolishes any thoughts of furry round-eared creatures and tilts his head at her. "Do you like camping, Tomoko-san? Marshmallow roasting and spooky stories and all that." Mikado smiles. "Perhaps you have more experience in it than me."
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A tent, fantastic.
She had to question herself constantly as to why she signed up for this. It was in hopes of meeting ~potential partners~ having just hit 21 and not really going anywhere in life; this seemed like a great opportunity..but it was in a tent. Well. Hopefully her ‘husband’ didn’t mind Tomoko’s snoring—or habits of kicking whilst asleep. She wasn’t going to go into detail with him about habits. Reaching her destination and spotting a very cute male standing outside of what appeared to be here home for a week.
"Oh! You wouldn’t happen to be Mikado, right? If so then…I’m your wife for the week~?" big smiles Tomoko.
"Eh - .."
Mikado turns his head at the sound of another person entering the tent. A very pretty looking girl, looking older than he by a few years - but something about her rings familiar, and Mikado licks his lips nervously as he waves hello.
"Ah! Weren't you.. serving drinks? At Homecoming?" he asks, face turning just a tad pinker. "I, I remember that. Hello - Tomoko-san!"
Homecoming had been sort of hectic. He can't remember much of it because he'd gotten really drunk. - with no little intervention from the woman in front of him, he's sure. It makes the situation a little more awkward, but at the same time it gives them both a little something to work off of.
"Yes, ah ... I suppose ... I'll be your husband ... " The word fits like a foreign language in his mouth, and he smiles. "A, although that'll be pretty strange, so perhaps.. just friends for now?" He opens the tent flap and gestures. "There are sleeping bags inside, so ... "
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Tent?
Mikado doesn't really recall signing up for this event, ever. But might as well make the best of it, really. Camping as always been sort of interesting. He'd heard the rumors about bears and wild animals, but despite everything Mikado is pretty well informed on the tips and tricks of camping.
He rolls out his sleeping bag on the tent floor. Soon enough his partner - or, he thinks with a slight flush, his 'wife' - would arrive soon. Had to get the tent ready before then.
Despite his own warning, Ren is back to wandering around, his ears twitching lightly as he looks at the city. His claws make soft noises as they hit the floor with his each step, and he uses the navigation system to locate himself.
As long as he stays near the apartment building, it’s probably alright to walk around a little. Just while waiting for Aoba to wake up.
Dog..?
Mikado's always been a fan of dogs. Especially small ones. Especially ones that look like this, with a poofy overcoat of fur and a small flicky pink tongue. Blinking, the boy walks forward sparsely, nearing the click-click of its paws.
"Hello," he says, trying not to startle to creature as he kneels in front of it and raises a hand for it to sniff. Cute .. "Where's your owner?"
"Ah… I suppose?" Was keeping flowers a hobby of his? He just got used to it. Not that he didn’t like flowers. He chuckles a little while watching the energetic boy in front of him. Man, Ryugamine really acts awkward. Well, that happens when you embarrass yourself like that.
"It’s not really like that" he grins. "Since these apartments are mine, I’m trying to keep the habitants happy by making the place a little pretty. As a … little thank you for staying with me, something like that. Although I am in Botany class too."
"Oh .. these apartments are yours?!"
Surprise after surprise after surprise, really. Mikado ruffles a hand through his hair in mild confusion. "Do you, do you mean you live here, or ... or do you own the apartments ... "
The latter can't be true. Watanuki is only a student, like he is, after all. But there is a sort of sophisticated air about him, as tall and aloof as he is. As if he's a bit on the magical side, maybe. Tending flowers and taking French and having those mysical eyes. Perhaps Watanuki is a fairy of some sort. Mikado smiles a tad at the thought.
"Either way, the apartments here are so well tended." A tiny laugh. "I .. stay in Lupine Apartment myself!"
'Who…?' Oh! Perhaps the other was just asking for his name. That makes sense. His lips lightly curve into a gentle smile. What a funny person this Ryugamine-kun is, haha. Maybe they can become friends…
"It’s alright… uhm." A little hesitance. "I’m Kimihiro Watanuki."
He cocks his head a little at the last comment. So Ryugamine can see the multicoloring in his eyes? How unusual… or not. Watanuki should know that anyone can, since one was just a colored contact lens but… he still tells himself normal people can’t. What a crazy boy.
"Oh!" A noise of surprise escapes him. Watanuki-kun. He recognizes the name. And after another pause, Mikado realizes he recognizes the face as well. Tall and aloof Watanuki. He seemed to be quite adept in French, but Mikado couldn't be sure.
"Watanuki-san! Yes .. same class .. I'm so used to seeing you with glasses!" the boy says quickly, laughing lightly to cover his embarrassment. Boy. First stomping on his flowers, then not even recognizing him despite their being in the same class. The boy is floored by the gravity of his own dumb mistakes.
"I, I didn't know you kept flowers, though .. " With a blink, Mikado turns his gaze towards the flower patch he'd recently stepped on. Despite his own recent impressions in the soil, the flowers look fresh and well-cared for. "You have quite the hobby, Watanuki-san."
Watanuki lets out a small sigh. The other sounds so honest, he can’t really stay mad. “It’s alright,” he mutters, “as long as you understand—” He stops and blinks a few times.
"Oh.." A small pause. "Aren’t you Ryugamine-kun? We have French together… I think."
The person who's flowers he'd trampled all over was somebody in his French class? Mikado can feel his face burn. "Ah, we do?!" he says, bowing again. "I'm so sorry. I-I wasn't looking at the ground at all .. I mean, that's not an excuse but ..!!"
He looks up slightly to meet the eyes of the taller individual. Multicolored, bright, fascinating eyes. Mikado doesn't remember seeing a person like that in class. He's sure he would have remembered. "Who..?" he asks cautiously, straightening up.
"Your eyes.. "
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Not funny at all. Watanuki grabs Mikado by his shoulder to pull him back. You do not trample on his precious flowers, what kind of monster are you?
"Please watch where you’re going, you’re stepping on my flowers."
"Eh?!"
Flowers? He really hadn't noticed. With shock, Mikado hops off the flowered portion of the grass and bows deep, his heart pounding. What a stupid mistake to make. "I'm so sorry!!"
Somehow she highly doubts by his body language that he is eighteen, or its because he wants mommy porn she couldn’t tell which was which for his fiddling. Though she expected to see him turn red because it was just that kind of book.
' Can I see some sort of Identification to confirm this? It would be troublesome for the both of us if you were to be lying to me. ’
Errand? For his sister? She’s not flinching. He is lying.
' I see. That’s sweet of you but your sister has terrible taste. The Silvia day & J. Kenner novels are much more intriguing and explanatory in details. ’
"I-is that so? I've never heard of Silvia Day .. "
His heart hammers at his throat. The honest truth is that Mikado was simply struck curious by the book that seemed to be the headline of every literary magazine nowadays .. although he'd already heard of it's notorious reputation. Being a child who had always enjoyed books, he was intrigued by how bad it could possibly be
And it's not as if Mikado had never read porn before. (Oops.) Either way, he coughs quickly. "I, don't have any identification on me right now - ," he replies, bringing out his wallet and opening it up to show her how empty it was. "Ah, on second thought, it'll be alright if I just see the novels, I think. Not necessarily borrow them .. "
Finding a slight confidence (out of where, he's not sure), Mikado nods firmly. "Can I also see Silvia Day and J. Kenner too? For my sister, I mean .. "
Noiz glances back as he feels a tug at his back, taking in Mikado’s tired expression. At least it looks like the alcohol is out from his bloodstream, but it definitely didn’t look like he feels all that well rested. After a moment, he reaches back, offering Mikado his hand. It’s probably better than wander around holding his jacket.
"I imagine you are. I don’t think sleeping in a park looks all that comfortable." He replies, looking back forward. He can’t go bumping around, after all. "A weird dream? Yeah, I do. What was yours like?"
"Mm.." Mikado yawns again.
"It was very blue. A vivid sky." He trails off, unsure of whether to continue or not. Dreams came to him rarely - but when they did, they were intense and colorful and disorientating. "Lots of birds swooping down and pecking at my hands and my feet as I tried to run up stairs. I, I think my mother was in the dream, too. Except she wasn't my mother ... more like some sort of monster ... "
As they round the corner, the boy lets go of Noiz's jacket and musses a hand through his hair. "Dreams probably don't have meaning," he says with a sigh. "Although .. I've heard of prophetic dreams and the like .. Those are interesting."
Tra la la la. This nookie was watering the flowers around his apartments again because I’m gay and still too lazy to get this month’s rent.
He smiled at the flowers he planted himself; “Do you best and grow strong little ones.”
Funny, because Mikado is sort of accidentally stepping on them as he maneuvers around the apartments. Not on purpose, of course. He just doesn't look where he's going at all.
The brunette blinked at the groggy looking male, dark hues watching him curiously.
"You’re at the park. Not sure what happened, but you’ve been sleeping there for awhile." He remarked with a soft laugh, shrugging. "Did you have a good rest?" He asked.
"A-ah." Mikado blinks once or twice, trying to wake himself up completely. How embarrassing. "Yes, I .. "
With a purse of his lips, he rubs his face. The night before is really very fuzzy. "I think so," he replies after a beat of pause. "At, at least, I slept safely. I can't believe I slept in a park. What .. "
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Well she asked for Genre, it was a wider search because he did ask for ‘books’ not ‘book’. Maybe he was just looking for erotic books though if they were located in these shelves were a mystery.
' Yes I know the book very well, I cannot say it was a favorite. Poorly written. ‘
If he was looking for an outrageous expression, she had none.
' How old are you? It is a rather adult like book. I wouldn’t know if we have it. ‘
Mikado fiddles with his jacket zipper. "I'm eighteen," he replies firmly, turning a little red. What a lie. It probably shows all over his face, but he's feeling a little too flustered to care. "My, sister wants me to borrow it for her. You know .. "
With a shaky breath, he meets the girl's eyes with a determined stare. "I'm on errand."
He looks back at Mikado as the boy follows him and starts making his way to the cafe, his hands still in his pockets as he walks calmly through the streets. Mikado might not have a hangover, but it’s better to not force too much. Sleeping in a park looks like it’s something uncomfortable, as even Noiz saw his body being more sluggish after things like that happened. He can’t imagine Mikado being much better.
He can’t really understand why Mikado decided to drink, but he doesn’t question it - everybody has reasons, and he knows he doesn’t want to explain his own. He just has to keep an eye on him to make sure he’s alright a little more often, now.
"Yeah, that’s what I noticed, too." He agrees with Mikado’s observation, looking at him. "Try less alcohol next time. You don’t want to get blackout drunk, just buzzed. That’s when interesting things happen and you still remember them."
Mikado nods appreciatively, tilting his head just a tad. Noiz is more informed on drinking and the like than likely he ever will be. The prospect of blacking out and waking up in a park like he had last night was quickly offputting any future drinking, especially if he couldn't remember things.
What a terrible night.
He looks away, his mind moving onto vaguer ideas. Coffee. Sniffling a bit, Mikado moves forward to tug at the back of Noiz's jacket. "I'm so sleepy," he says, stifling a yawn. "I dreamt something weird last night ... Perhaps you know how it is to have weird dreams, Noiz-san."
