week 4, thursday

[digestif]

You fought the dragon, didn't you?

[ it would seem like a leap of logic if it weren't for the fact that, with night falling now, the two of them can literally hear something big and reptilian flapping around in the distance. Mizuki is concerned, yes. If they weren't, they wouldn't be out here with a bunch of supplies they looted from the desolate village marketplace, tending to his wounds as best they can with their very basic knowledge; they've got his shirt off (probably not very hard to do) and are doing their best to clean up his various pokes and punctures. To that end, they've also got a jug of water nearby - which they gesture at briefly. However, they are also annoyed... because that was stupid. And reckless. ]

Also, use your power to turn that into disinfectant, will you?

[ they know he can turn water into alcohol, he did it before, dammit. time to make majima use his power for something useful for the first time ever ]

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[haw]

[ yea that's why i said it ]

Speakin' of favors... I got a proposition for ya. [ and no it's not horny, ] How do ya feel about comin' with me to meet with Beauty-han next week?

[digestif]

[ mizuki was absolutely getting ready to turn down his horny proposition on account of his injuries, so they're reasonably surprised when he says something normal. ]

Meeting him together?

[ they raise an eyebrow. ]

Why?

[haw]

I sweet-talked Indulgence-han into the idea of formin' an alliance. Since we aren't doin' so hot ourselves, I told him we should start lookin' for help anywhere we could... an', whaddaya know, he said he likes Beauty-han more than any of the other gods.

Plus, we already know we work pretty damn well together. Ain't that convenient?

[digestif]

Is that what he said? I sort of feel bad for him.

[ because Mizuki asked Beauty which gods he liked best, and Indulgence's name... did not come up... rip.

Majima has a point, though. Shockingly. ]

You know, Majima-kun... That's actually a good idea. All right - I'm in.

[haw]

[ honestly, he can't even argue. press f to pay offerings to indulgence ]

Hey—whaddaya mean, "actually"?

[digestif]

Nothing! Good job.

[ a playful wink. ]

It's not a solution, but we've seen how it can help. We can go see him once this weekend's through. [ a beat. ] What made you think of that all of a sudden?

[ it was a bit of a leap in topics... ]

[haw]

'Cause our conversation choices were either talkin' strategy or you roastin' me.

I shoulda known ya would find a way to do both.

[digestif]

Not that. I mean...

[ he'd leapt up from the table so suddenly while they were discussing themself that they were expecting -- well, they don't know what they were expecting. Maybe he just suddenly had the idea and had to tell them. But they shake their head, waving a hand dismissively. ]

Nevermind. You seem like you're learning how to deal with me better, hm?

[haw]

[ people have a habit of saying they have a hard time reading majima. he can tell they're trying to get at something... but hey, if they don't want to talk about it anymore, he'll respect it. ]

C'mon, with all the time I spend with ya? I better have an idea.