week one, saturday

[digestif]

Ishikirimaru-san.

[ they're en route to the parlor, but they stop by to see Ishikirimaru first. After what happened, they feel like they owe him a word or two - and, perhaps, they're concerned. ]

... Are you okay? I know that wasn't the outcome you wanted.

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[ritualization]

Well, I suppose I can live with that.

[this isn't his shrine or anything. he follows easily enough, matching their pace.]

Though I don't know that I would call it 'settling', either. I find your company agreeable enough.

[digestif]

Well, I sure hope you do, considering you just told me what god you're with. [ but they continue lightly: ] Thanks. I try my best.

[ritualization]

It is certainly possible to work with people one doesn't personally like... but fortunately for us both, that's far from the case.

[mizuki you have not met some of the people he's been on missions with.

but as he glances ahead to the parlor, he considers, and then-]

Bartending was listed as a skill of yours, yes? In that case, I will be in your care; I'm afraid I have tried very little of it before.

[digestif]

[ THEY SURE HAVEN'T........... ishi is probably the best first impression they could have of the swords, honestly. ]

Mm, that's right! It's just a hobby, but I'd say I'm pretty good at it. So there's no need to worry about getting something nasty to drink.

[ they push the door open; the parlor is, at least, fairly clean. There's a small blanket nest in one of the booths where Mizuki's been sleeping, but aside from that, they've been keeping it in order. ]

Do swords have hobbies?