Exploring the research facility was completely and utterly exhausting. The detective was used to working long nights and he was even used to the physical strain of pushing through large the athletically intense labyrinths known as palaces in short amounts of time, but even still, something about this was a new level of tiring.

He’s decided to chalk it up to interdimensional jet lag, which doesn’t seem to be a completely far-fetched theory, all things considered.

Still, he wanted to cover more ground before he went back to somewhere safe to sleep. He’d have to return to the facility at least one more time to finish going through the majority of it, but there were other places to look, as well.

That’s what lead him to the artist studio. He figured it would be an easy investigation. That it would be a more relaxing way to gather information before he inevitably headed to sleep.

Shiver passes through her body, hair raising shudder; there is some indistinct regret across her expression, stepping closer to the stranger that she’s opted to tag along with. She doesn’t recall her reasoning for wanting to explore such an ominously creepy place, all things considered— no, that’s a lie, you know the exact logic behind making that choice: exploring sounded fun, and that had outweighed the part of her that knew she would be so easily frightened. But on the bright side ( because she is never one to linger on the negatives ), she is at least not alone in this place, which is at least somewhat reassuring. More importantly, however—

If only The Goose had arms! Oh the chaos they would bring! The things they would cut! The Goose is flabbergasted that the many no winged around them do not take advantage of their arms more. The Goose has not seen even one no winged carrying a blade!

...Oh. Wait. No, there’s one! True Blade Master recognises True Blade Master in turn, and The Goose approaches with a hailing honk. They wish to ask where this other swordperson gets their weapon sharpened.

> t-that thing has katana

to: souma ⚔️ @tsukibime

Brows furrow a little bit— hand reaches out as he tries to judge what manner is best for placating roommate. He has learned well enough to not try and part him with sword, and he does not like pulling out his own as a manner of quelling him ( he does not desire having to explain damages that occur, thank you quite kindly ). He knows well enough that he is not the best at communicating, however, and ponders if this is a situation of miscommunication. 

❝Ah, so it’s you.❞ Shinsou stands up from the bench where he’s been waiting to face the approaching stranger. He’s glad that he didn’t have to wait long since he wants to get this over and done with. He fishes out the small pastel blue envelope from his pocket and hands it over to the other guy. 

❝As flattering as it is, I can’t accept your confession.❞ He explains with a slight shrug of his shoulders. ❝I just don’t think I have the time to go out with anyone. Please don’t take it personally.❞ He has to admit that he’s a bit taken aback by the fact that the sender turns out to be a guy (the sheathed sword he has in hand is pretty alarming too but it doesn’t feel right to point that out), especially when the love letter he found in his locker at school has been sprayed with a certain floral perfume.

“Souma-kun!” 

The Goose, though they do not understand the idea of festivities and holidays, has seen many bells and sparkly things around Koi lately. 

Something to do with a fat no-winged? Wearing feathers on their face? Giving things to people other than the Goose? Honestly, it seems ludicrous to the bird, but… The moment someone gives them a present, they’re very much for the season.

The Goose opens beak wide! Shock! Awe! A sparkly crinkly box has been bestowed upon them! Long honk comes from them, moment of peace, before…

They descend. Paper is thrown across the room. Bow finds itself stuck on foot, somehow, but they do not seem cowed. Chaos ensues for several minutes, before the Goose plomps down on their new pile of paper scraps. 

Such a lovely gi—

Hang on? There’s something sharp in their new nest? They honk again, take a step back, and push the scraps away to find…

Another sharp!!!!!!!! Oh, how pleased are they! The Goose sings! They seemed to have been under the impression the wrapping itself was their present, and are pleasantly surprised by this revelation!