“  …  ” Masaru stares at the dry leaves for a few seconds before staring at the taller male “  I can see why it’s “ crisis ”, you’re cheap as hell that not even confetti you’re able to get.  ”

Though, Masaru only knows what’s crisis because he has Nagisa explain it to him a few days ago, because he honestly had absolutely no idea what it meant. Masaru is also thinking that halloween was four days ago, people are already thinking about christmas? Christmas don’t make sense to him as he never got anything from anyone during these dates, so was it supposed to be awesome?

  “ Ah!  ” He realizes he has been thinking instead of saying anything. “  Merry crisis to you too.  ” Masaru says as he throws a vase at the other’s direction, but since he wasn’t aiming at him, the vase broke on the wall. “  Oops… hehehe, I don’t have confetti either! ”

“eheh-- sorry about that. i couldn’t find any, so i went for the closest alternative.” which happened to be dry leaves, also known as the most depressing alternative imaginable. even the sight of it is pitiful... almost ironically so. he knows he’ll have to clean it up eventually. still, he decides that the gesture was worth it-- not nearly as flashy as intended, but worth it all the same!

it didn’t necessarily cause the intended reaction from masaru-- then again, none of his attempts at humor ever have. what succeeded in cheering the kid up, though, was the vase that came flying at him. it succeeds at making him duck; an expression of horror worn only for a second before the usual smile sets back in. the daily routine.

it’s not even near the first time something like this happened, especially with masaru as the perpetrator. the shattered glass grabs his attention for a moment; note to self, clean that up as well. can’t have the warriors of hope getting injured on the sharp edges.