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expiationlogs2023-07-06 10:31 pm
usarinpa) wrote in expiationlogs2023-07-06 10:31 pm
[04] birthday blues
Who: Mizuki Date & you [open]
Where: A tavern in Aldrip, 7/6
What: She has literally had no reason to tell anyone about her birthday. But...
Warnings: None.
[ It's a day like any other on Expiation for Mizuki. It's absolutely eerie that she has been free of Saito for weeks, and all the distractions in the world at the farm have not helped her get used to it. She has been jittery, paranoid, and can occasionally be seen snapping her head to look behind her without warning, or flinching when she sees a shadow moving the wrong way.
Even now, in this tavern after sundown, Mizuki sits at an open table alone, looking about. A drink sits on the table within her reach, but she doesn't look too impressed with it. It figures they wouldn't know what "birthday cake-flavored vodka" is. Not that it matters, anyway, because a man at the bar a short distance away seems to have caught Mizuki's attention somehow. He seems too deeply engaged with another patron to notice.
She is stealing subtle glances at him, almost scrutinizing, yet turns just in time to meet a local waitress approaching her table. Just a single cupcake is placed in front of her, which she... hadn't ordered.
She is just barely able to process the morbid design with an internal what the fuck? when the candle comes out and she is reminded: her birthday was definitely among the data listed in her parchment, wasn't it? ]
... Uh, you're not gonna sing, are you? [ Please, no. ]
(( OOC: just a small prompt i wanted to do for the girlie's birthday. feel free to wild card me if you want something else! I can be reached via PM, the game discord, or![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
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Where: A tavern in Aldrip, 7/6
What: She has literally had no reason to tell anyone about her birthday. But...
Warnings: None.
[ It's a day like any other on Expiation for Mizuki. It's absolutely eerie that she has been free of Saito for weeks, and all the distractions in the world at the farm have not helped her get used to it. She has been jittery, paranoid, and can occasionally be seen snapping her head to look behind her without warning, or flinching when she sees a shadow moving the wrong way.
Even now, in this tavern after sundown, Mizuki sits at an open table alone, looking about. A drink sits on the table within her reach, but she doesn't look too impressed with it. It figures they wouldn't know what "birthday cake-flavored vodka" is. Not that it matters, anyway, because a man at the bar a short distance away seems to have caught Mizuki's attention somehow. He seems too deeply engaged with another patron to notice.
She is stealing subtle glances at him, almost scrutinizing, yet turns just in time to meet a local waitress approaching her table. Just a single cupcake is placed in front of her, which she... hadn't ordered.
She is just barely able to process the morbid design with an internal what the fuck? when the candle comes out and she is reminded: her birthday was definitely among the data listed in her parchment, wasn't it? ]
... Uh, you're not gonna sing, are you? [ Please, no. ]
(( OOC: just a small prompt i wanted to do for the girlie's birthday. feel free to wild card me if you want something else! I can be reached via PM, the game discord, or
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It feels like it's been a while since she last talked about her. She's never had any reason to. She feels an undeniable tug at her heartstrings, only for them to snap as she remembers how Saito cruelly crushed her inactive form right in front of her. She keeps the other Aiba that was in his possessionĀ tucked away, but she knows that even if she ever wakes, it won't be the Aiba she knows.Ā
It's about time Mizuki replaces such memories with more pleasant ones.Ā
She opens the box slowly, treating it like something fragile, even if his ice never melts, never breaksā ]