week 5, tuesday
Majima-kun!
[ that might sound like trouble, but it's just Mizuki. Who is often synonymous with trouble, and with the cheery expression on their face, might still look like it as they catch up with him in the streets of the west wing. ]
There you are! I was looking for you. [ they've got two small paper parcels in their hands, one of which they hold out to him. ] Are you busy? If you're not, come sit down with me for a while.
[ it's a croquette, still warm; they must have grabbed it from one of the stores. Not high-end food in the least - still, it's comforting and familiar, which is more than they can say about most things here. And they have a feeling they're going to need those two things to get through this. ]
Please?
[ that might sound like trouble, but it's just Mizuki. Who is often synonymous with trouble, and with the cheery expression on their face, might still look like it as they catch up with him in the streets of the west wing. ]
There you are! I was looking for you. [ they've got two small paper parcels in their hands, one of which they hold out to him. ] Are you busy? If you're not, come sit down with me for a while.
[ it's a croquette, still warm; they must have grabbed it from one of the stores. Not high-end food in the least - still, it's comforting and familiar, which is more than they can say about most things here. And they have a feeling they're going to need those two things to get through this. ]
Please?

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[ they go along with coaxing, nuzzling up against his neck and closing their eyes. Mizuki normally isn't the most physically affectionate of people, especially in a manner as docile as this; as someone who's constantly trying their damnedest to be completely impenetrable, they don't like the vulnerability it shows. But it's all right. Just for a little while. They're alone. Majima is warm and comfortable; they can feel his pulse faintly beneath his skin.
It's all right to love him just for a little while. ]