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[A.

You were probably really engrossed in whatever you were doing, weren't you? Maybe even trying to concentrate. Maybe it requires concentration, lest you make a cataclysmic error. That's cool, that's cool...

Except. Well.

Incoming.]

WAHAHA~! [Her laugh preceeds her by several moments, but, soon enough, she bounces up to you, and stares at whatever you're doing.]

Ahaha, what's that, what's that~? It looks interesting~!


[B.



You happen upon a sunlit meadow, the grass soft and inviting... the perfect place for a nap, really.

Except, someone beat you to it. Snoring softly, and looking terribly content, a pink-haired girl dozes a short way off. If bothered, she'll awaken; if not, she'll probably get up soon on her own, and possibly question why you would stare at a sleeping girl. I mean, that's kind of weird, bro.]


[C.



You know what's on the second floor of a building?

Awesome shit. Well, probably. I guess it really doesn't matter what's up there. The point is, you're going up there! With Misha in tow, for some reason. You poor fool...

You know what the problem with the second floor of any given building is, though?

You have to climb stairs to get there.

As you reach the top of the stairs, Misha sort of clunks against you, holding your arm for support, and looking a little woozy.]

Ahaha~ Sorry, sorry, just give me a moment...

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[drinkswithminors]

You gonna be okay, kid?

[waha]

[She grins up at Akira, looking confident, though not exactly 'okay'.]

Yep, yep! Aha... I'm just not so good with stairs...

[drinkswithminors]

So I recall. Do you want me to carry you?

[waha]

[...her grin doubles in size at that.]

Wahahaha~! A true Prince Charming~! You must have princesses falling at your feet!

[She straightens up, and smooths down her skirt.]

But~! I think I can manage now!

[...]

...unless! You were that attached to the idea of carrying a young woman around...?

[drinkswithminors]

Nope.

-And she keeeeeps on walking. Not that the idea of flirting with Misha doesn't cross her mind from time to time, but seriously, shit would get awkward.-

[waha]

Wahaha~!

[Misha shrugs, and walks after her, arms swinging overdramatically; she was teasing, not really flirting. She's not into older ladies (nottalking)]

[drinkswithminors]

So what did you say was up here again?

1/3

[waha]

Well, that's-!

2/3

[waha]

[waha]

...I thought you were leading...

[drinkswithminors]

Because you asked me to.

[waha]

Oh!

[...]

So~! Is there something up here?

[drinkswithminors]

That's what I'm asking you!

[waha]

Ahaha, but~! Why would I know?

[She's forgotten how this journey began....]

[drinkswithminors]

...

I knew this would happen. I can only blame myself.

-And in much the same way a prisoner approaches the gallows, Akira continued up the steps.-

[waha]

[Misha pats her on the shoulder sympathetically.]

There, there! I'm sure it couldn't be helped~!

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[heartmaestro]

[She doesn't even look up.]

It is a book on the Third Law of Metaphysical Thermodynamics.

A

[waha]

[Misha's stare is somewhat... blank; you lost her at "book".

She leeeeeeans on Kotomi, halfheartedly trying to read it over her shoulder, and... obviously not understanding word one.]

That sounds complicated, ahaha~! Is it homework~?

[heartmaestro]

No. It is a leisure read.

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[tillwhen]

[Youmu spends a good long while staring at the sleeping Misha.

... Well. She doesn't know her, she seems to be enjoying her nap, and it's not like they're pressed for space here. It's just the two of them in this entire meadow.

So she sits down nearby and gets to work cleaning her Katana. Katanas. Katanae. Look she's got two of them and the shorter one is sitting on the ground next to her sheathed, while the longer one is in her lap, being gone over very carefully with a sheet of rice paper. This sure looks like it requires focus, doesn't it? And Youmu might look a bit bored, but it's boredom mixed with concentration.]

[drinkswithminors]

It's my lot in life.

[waha]

[...Misha is absolutely thunderstruck. She circles around to Kotomi's front, and kneels down, resting her nose on the book.]

That's no good~! A girl's free time is precious~! This is the prime of our lives, after all; you shouldn't waste it reading~!

[heartmaestro]

But I enjoy reading. It is a hobby of mine.

[waha]

[Aaaaaand all of a sudden, Misha lurches up into a sitting position, looking... kind of vaguely frankensteinian, if I'm honest. Thousand-yard-stare, arms stretched out in front of her like a painfully-stereotypical zombie, mouth hanging a little bit open... oh uh she's actually drooling a little, gross.

After a moment, she gives her head a shake, trying to clear away the sleepiness. It... sort of works. If we're being generous.

She turns her attention to Youmu (as much of it as she currently controls, that is), and... blinks a few times.]

...sword?

[In her mind, katanas are carried by A Certain Sort Of Person...]

[waha]

[Misha gives a little grumble of protest; it was definitely good to do what one enjoyed, but...]

But~! It's super-nice out today. This sort of day doesn't come around very often! And you can read any time!

[She stands up straight, a determined grin on her face.]

So~, you should enjoy it while it's here!

[And she holds out her hand to Kotomi; Misha will lead her into the light!!!]

[tillwhen]

[Youmu turns her head to look at Misha. Blinking at her. She'd seemed so fast asleep before, and it's not like Youmu had made much noise. Perhaps she was a light sleeper.]

Swords, yes. I'm sorry if I woke you.

[And since she has no idea what Misha's thinking about her, she just assumes the issue is solved and goes back to cleaning her katana. Seriously though the one she's cleaning is nearly as long as she is tall.]