#nanbas-noise-problem

The hummingbird guard chuckled and have him a small smile of reassurance. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be careful, alright?” She reasoned as she looked up at him, her eyes darting around for only a brief moment in an assessment of the surrounding area– even if she had been here many times, with a prankster on the lose you could never be very sure. While they were in line she tore her eyes away from the selection of sweets (after all, she came here for a coffee flavors milkshake) and looked over to the broadcaster. “Mitsuru?” She questioned, not finishing her sentence as she cocked her head to the side and furrowed her brow. Pulling the last bit of what she was going to ask she finished the sentence: “are you okay?” She had to turn her head away however when she realized they were next to order, though she still wanted an answer from him. “Coffee milkshake, please.” She requested from the man behind the counter.

She took the milkshake in one hand and dug around in her pocket for her wallet, stopping and looking back at him with a surprised expression. “Honestly​, Mitsuru, just go find us a place to sit and go ahead and eat. I’m paying anyways.” She chided as she waved him off to the sitting area and pulled out her wallet. Setting her things on the counter she easily got her debit card and moved to pay for their food. Looking down at what she has to eat she felt her own stomach ready to growl again and she hurried away from the line before it could, popping a piece of sushi into her mouth before she had even gotten 3ft away from the counter, hopefully so her stomach would be briefly appeased. “You’re right, I am very happy that I don’t have to give them back.” She confirmed as she shot a coy smile to him, shrugging her shoulders to move the headphones since her hands were too full to tap on them. Her coy smile turned to that of a sincere one in seconds though.

Mitsuru needed a moment to answer. He nodded carefully before he looked back at her.  “I’lm fine”, he answered with a small smile. “Just heard something that felt... kinda strange to hear. But I bet it was just something not work related...”  That must be it. There was no way the guys were talking about some story he knew. He almost convinced himself that he was right with it, but suddenly he heard one of the guards behind him something about suicide and he felt how his stomach began to cramp up.  There was no way they were talking about the story with Kat and Hajime... That just couldn’t be..  For a few seconds he was unable to say something, then he just tried to laugh it off, what ended with a horrible, suffering noise.  “I’ll... tell you when we sit...”, he just whispered, holding his Sushi and the Milkshake he ordered.  He just knew Kotonoe noticed his change of behaviour. 

“I think I could believe the philosophy point of what you say.” She joked as she slipped the comb back into her pocket and moved over to a chair, letting herself fall into it. “And probably like drinking energy drinks for me. And don’t scold me on that- they’re horrid for me, I know, but so good.” She commented as she pushed herself up and leaned forward, elbow resting on her knee and hand on her cheek. Eyeing him as he pulled out the little box, “I didn’t realize you kept some stashed in here.” She commented absentmindedly as she looked around once more. She could feel her legs screaming at her from how many times she ran into things and then had to turn around, but she paid it no mind when she walked around a good portion of the day anyways. Her hair was probably a mess too from a couple of these run ins, maybe just the wind outside at least. Oh boy, she sincerely hoped she didn’t get called to take anything to building 3 today.

Kotonoe found herself still caught in a haze in the back of her mind, a smile seemingly drawn onto her face after their kiss. She didn’t mean to get her hopes up, but maybe they were a bit more after it all had now passed. Her smile never fading​, and the moment she heard Mitsuru’s stomach she found herself laughing instead, amused by the sound once more. “At least it didn’t do that while we kissed.” She hummed out as a small act of reassurance. However, she was sure the giddy tone was present in her voice as she spoke, not that she could really control it- or cared to-do at the moment. “We’re getting food here in just a bit.” She said, almost parroting what he had said back. And she could already hear the bustle of the food court from where they were. She didn’t make a move to take her hand from his as they approached. That would be up to him.

“Are you sure you want me around often enough for that to be common?” She asked with a teasing grin, though honest curiosity was laced into it when she did so. She was more than happy with that idea after all. And she wouldn’t mind a new place to hide out instead of going to building 2’s break room. It wasn’t always that fun in there after all. And she would much rather prefer to be there with Mitsuru than in some stuffy room. Not to mention the green tea and broadcaster would brighten her day. “I mean, I’ll glad you take you up on the offer.” Kotonoe insisted as she glanced back to him, noticing more people now as was common around the food court. Especially during shift change at the prison. A few guards here and there were ones she knew or had seen, no one she was buddy buddy with. Though, at any moment she would expect her building 13 friend to jump from the surrounding area with an arsonal of questions fired at the hummingbird guard.

Mitsuru walked to the food court with her, looking around for a bit who was present there and let out a sigh of relieve when he saw no one who would mind seeing him holding hands with someone.  He walked further with Kotonoe, not thinking about letting go of her hand until he felt something on his foot. Before he even could take a look at what it was, he felt himself falling, landing on the cold hard ground the next second.  The broadcater blinked a few times before even realizing he was sitting on the ground now, glasses falling down and his face mildly confused.  “What... was that...?”, he mumbled while slowly getting back on his feet again, locating something like a thin tripwire on the ground. “Oh let me guess... That’s one of Tomato’s pranks again....” he sighed and rubbed over his elbow. It hurt a little.  After he caught his breath again, he looked back to Kotonoe, slightly embarrassed. “Don’t worry, I’m fine”, he said, just in case she was worried. 

“Pay me in cuddles and food and you’ve got yourself a deal.” She added as she looked up at him with a tilted head and cocked eyebrow, smirk growing. It was a fun thought, and honestly, who was she to pass up on the offer? No one, that’s who. Especially not from Mitsuru. “I can make you a pretty cool crane design though.” She insisted as she locked her arms behind her head and looked forward once more. “Hey, we can go, say we’ve been, do at least one stupid and crazy thing while we’re there. Then we can come back. There we have it, a vacation in LA.” She reasoned as her grin grew even wider. The thought was more than just amusing to her. It was hilarious. Who knew what kind of odd thing she’d end up doing. Which brought her mind back a moment, “and on that note, don’t let me handle the money then.”

“Well, if that is the case, I guess I will have to start making trips to your office, or start calling to double check.” She threatened as she looked up at him once more. “Honestly, you really do need food.” She chided as she shook her head lightly and moved her hands to her hips. Tapping her foot down twice when she did so, though she kept walking.

She was confused as first to say the least. She hadn’t really expected that regardless of the situation. But she wasn’t about to turn it down either. Slowly she shook her head no to his question. She wouldn’t be mad, only surprised. For a moment she contemplated stepping away, before they got caught, but her body knew better in this case and stayed in place. Her cheeks flushed red once more and she found herself unable to speak at the moment when she looked at him.

Mitsuru laughed. “Okay, cuddles and food it is~” he agreed and stretched a little more before walking further to finally get some food in his belly.  “Something crazy... yeah. Like getting married?” he joked with a wide grin. “I mean, it’s what most people do there and regret later, isn’t it?”  At least he thought it was, but he wasn’t 100% sure about that. Maybe it was a different place where that used to happen.  We would look that up again. Not because he would actually want to get married there, just because he was curious now and it bothered him to not know. 

“I’m looking forwart to it~”, the broadcaster said, smiling. “There’s nothing like good company while enjoying a snack, isn’t it~?” He imagined sitting in the office, talking and laughing with Kotonoe and eating snacks while drinking coffee or tea.  It was a relaxing thought.  “I just can’t say no to you, snacks, food and a good pick of tea~”, he laughed softly. “Or coffee, whatever you like more~”

“keep it on for the whole day? Why, I’d be absolutely flattered for you to do that.” The guard chimed with a playful and fer too overdramatic tone. The wide Cheshire grin on her face easily revealing it all. Really, she doubted she could be very serious about it at all. “I guess I really will have to make it a good design then.” She added, content with the thought. “Well, when you find it I need to see it,” she stated, emphasizing the word ‘need’, as though it was a life and death situation. “If I can find my sketchbook ever in the clutter that is my closet, then I’ll come show you some of my own designs.” She said before grinning deviously, “or I can redraw them on your face.” She offered.

Kotonoe couldn’t stop the laugh that followed soon after she heard it. “Alright, I think your stomach demanding it even more than mine is.” She insisted as she looked up at him, patting her own stomach as she spoke. “I’m sure to get a growl of rebellion soon though.” She assured as she poked her stomach and lowered her hand, slipping it back into her uniform pocket. “And good, because I wholeheartedly intend to keep them a bit longer.” She admitted as she played with the brim of the hat. At hearing he had another she perked up. “Really?” She asked as she got a firm grip on the brim of it. “Don’t tempt me of you don’t mean it, I may actually try to take your hat.” She warned truthfully. she may actually try to take the guards hat if he would let her. Though the questions she would get after she was unsure of completely.

“You better do exactly that.” She chided as she looked up at him, a worried look traced in her eyes- something she was t sure could he seen or not. The thought of it all left a bad taste in her mouth for more than one reason, and she’d rather not dwell on the reasons. “I’ll bring over anything you need.” She confirmed as she shrugged. “I’ll probably have all my paperwork done by then as is.” To say Kotonoe was proud of the state she had left the broadcaster in was an oversimplified version of the truth. The moment he nodded though a smile had gonna back to her face and she moved her hand up, ready to stop if asked before she tucked it away past the opening of his shirt and began to mess with his piercings. She may as well, as pay back for her sides- even if she hadn’t minded it truthfully. Sue went back to wrong on his neck now though, not bothering to watch her canine teeth as she bit down on the bruise forming because of her. Or for a better term, the hockey on his neck now. Visible to anyone who saw him. And she was proud of that.

Mitsuru grinned widely. “Be careful, you might stard a new trend with this. Imagine, everyone wants to run around with eyeliner on their face. But well, if they pay you for it, that would be another thing to get more money for our vacation to LA” He was joking again but actually the idea was kinda fun. “But yeah, I know, without gambling. We won’t lose all the money, I promise”  He obviously had fun with that idea. “But seriously, I would wear it the whole day if I like it~”  Mitsuru was thinking for a moment where he left his book with the graffity designs. It wasn’t in the locker, that was for sure. But it also wasn’t at his apartment. He was looking for something else a few days ago and if he had found it there, he would remember.  “Oh, I really would love to see your drawings. Maybe I’ll let you draw a tattoo design for me~”

“Let’s just head over and get some food~”, the broadcaster laughed softly while his stomach let out another, rather loud battlecry of hunger.  “I seriously don’t want to lose my stomach because it’s eating himself” The thought was quiet horrible, but also really funny. “And yes, you could actually keep my hat as long as I don’t destroy the second one I own. And if it happenes, I will somehow get a new one from Hyakushiki, I’m sure. So... Yeah, keep at least the hat. But if someone asks, it’s just borrowed, okay?”  He stretched a little, before his stomach became vocal again. “Oh for gods sake...” 

“I feel like I’m going to be dragging you out to eat again anyways.” She said as she tilted her head to him and walked out of the car. The outside air was much better than being cramped up together with other guards and Their chattering, their stares included. She looked around though and noticed the lack of other people getting off, shrugging off the fact as she stepped back up next to Mitsuru. She gave him a small smile once more when she looked at him, twirling her hat in her hand and throwing it up a small distance. She was fidgeting, just out of habit of course, and her hat was the victim. She had to readjust both the headphones and the guard cap on her head, as they set oddly after she got up. “If I ever walk in to find you asleep, I may draw on your face.” She warned as she laughed about it. “I’m sure I’d have eyeliner to do so.” She added. “But don’t worry, I’d make it worth everyone’s while.” She commented as she thought of things she could draw onto the broadcaster’s face.

“You better tell me.” Kotonoe said with a grin, holding back a chuckle. “I really want to know what it is.” She admitted as she lazily shrugged her shoulders and glanced around. It was emptier than she was used to. A few people were scattered around, but not near as many as normal now that she seriously looked. Not that she minded that in the least. “I thought some would be out for lunch time. But I guess we beat the rush.” She observed as she glanced around from the few people she saw. “But hey, missing the rush is amazing.” She sighed as she brought up her hat and pushed back her hair, lowering her hand before letting it completely drop to her side. She glanced up at him again though with a bright smile. “Well I’m glad you like it.” She said with a grin. “I really don’t use scented product’s though. I don’t like them.” She said. Maybe more than not liking, she went as far as ordering and waiting for the products to finally arrive. She let out a small sigh as she popped her elbow and looked back to him, the hat placed back on her head normally.

Kotonoe noticed his change and looked up at him with a raised brow. She figured it was about the hitting her sides. Nothing had been said about it yet since they actually got off of the loop line. She was going to say something at first, but instead she looked up at him and stayed silent. She would let him sort through his thoughts first instead and ask what he wanted. She felt a small gnawing feeling about it though, unsure of what would happen. She let out a breath, greatful it was only that, and went to answer before the phone buzzed. She stayed silent while he read it and spoke, trying to gauge his reactions to the message. “I- I’m really not sure.” Kotonoe admitted as she looked at him. “I really don’t know. Maybe it isn’t as big a deal as you’re thinking?” She suggested with a shrug of her shoulders. She hoped at least. She was growing a bit worried for the broadcaster. He had been upset enough, she didn’t want to see it again. But she worried she may. "And about the sides, or me getting angry. No, I wouldn’t be angry about it… I actually, kind of, wanted you to do it.” She admitted, embarrassed as she did so.

“I kinda knew you would say that” Mitsuru laughed happily. He could imagine rather good how funny it must be for Kotonoe to draw on his face. “I hope you can draw at least a little. I don’t want to run around with bad drawings on my face~” he joked and stretched a little more, finally feeling more awake and a little bit of his energetic side came back to him.  “But on the other hand, everything could be sold as art nowadays~” It was true. He was really surprised when he first walked in into an art gallery because as a child, he always thought only hyper-realistical portraits and stuff were presented in a gallery, but that wasn’t the case.  It confused him a lot and and still does somethimes. Not as much as back then, but quiet a lot actually. 

The broadcaster found it relaxing that most of the other guards already ate this morning and wouldn’t come back until it was dinner time.  He didn’t like to eat alone, but now he rather would like to enjoy Kotonoe’s company without anyone disturbing them so it was good that way.  “I think a lot of the other guards are rather happy that I wasn’t at breakfast today”, he said with a grin. “I mean, they always tell me I’m too energetic too early in the morning. It sucks to hear that, but well~” He looked around a little more, then he shrugged and looked back to the hummingbird guard.  “And I’m glad we’ll be rather alone while eating as well~ And by the way, shall I take the hat and headphones back or do you want to keep them longer~?”

“you better promise.” She replied as she smiled over at the tired broadcaster. “Honestly, how did you make it this long without passing out?” She questioned with an amused and soft smile, shaking her head gentle​ly as not to disturb him too much. She smiled once more at him, at his voice, or actions. It wasn’t everyday she got the chance to see him like this after all. “Mitsuru~” she cooed before continuing, “you know, you’re actually really cute right now.” She admitted, ignoring the small blush on her face when she said that. She gave a small chuckle at his actions though, enjoying the warmth he was giving off as she settled in as well.

She looked back down at him for a moment before leaning into him, trying not to disturb how he was already laying, and trying to make sure she stayed up right as well. But she glanced back to her phone for the time, then figured up how long the sleepy broadcaster would be able to sleep. Coming up with her answer she let herself rest back.flipping open her phone and typing a message to Mao- who could chew her out later- before slipping her phone away. When an idea came to her mind she looked down at him and spoke: “I think I just found a contact image for you.” She said before snapping a photo. If he wanted it gone she would delete it later, but it was too great a chance to pass up.

Lost in her own thoughts and setting the photo as a contact image, she didn’t notice him moving until she felt him poke her side. For a moment her body went rigid and a coat of red adorned her cheeks. Of course that’s where he had hit. Just once it was okay, as she started to relax. It was if he went after it for a longer period of time he was going to get a much stranger, and usually unseen to almost everyone, kind of reaction. She cast her gaze back to him and smiled softly once more. “Alright, I’ll wake you up when we’re there.” She assured before finishing setting the picture and turning her phone to a social media app to pass the time.

“I promise...”, he whispered and closed his eyes again. “Wouldn’t want to lose all that money anyway so no gambling~”  For a moment Mitsuru was quiet, just breathing calmly as if he already fell asleep, then he answered quietly “I don’t know... the conservation kept me awake as it seemed.... I mean, I am happy to talk to you”  He was honest there, it was really great to talk to Kotonoe and he couldn’t remember that he had a better conversation with someone else the last few month of not even a year.  “You’re cuter...”, he mumbled with a tiny blosh on his cheeks. “Look ad you... you’re fucking pretty~” 

Mitsuru needed a moment before realizing what she meant with contact picture, but was too tired to protest. Instead, he removes his glasses so he could sleep better and so she had a really really unusual picture of him. No one would believe her that’s him. At least it was his face side without the tattoo and the piercing wasn’t visible because of his collar. He didn’t wear his hat and now the sunglasses were missing as well. A lot of people wouldn’t know who that was~