[pcs] mizuki

[ritualization]

(i don't have a shitpost yet we'll add that later)

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[digestif]

[ and, naturally, they instantly feel badly. Ishikirimaru is a good man. Probably a better man than Majima is, to be frank. They'd kept their tone light in an effort keep the atmosphere from becoming too heavy; now they worry they'd hurt his feelings by doing so, instead. Mizuki frowns, walking over quietly. ]

You don't have to apologize. I like you a lot, you know? I can count the number of people who know which god I'm aligned with on one hand. You're one of the ones I know I can trust, Ishi-san. You're honest, kind-hearted, selfless, and smart.

[ it's ridiculous that they're here turning down someone like him (tall, dark and handsome, to boot), to be frank... ]

And you're my friend. [ a wry smile. ] Do you still think you can call me that?

[ritualization]

If you still don't mind calling a tsukumogami that, then of course.

[there's no reason that would change, he thinks. they're one of the people he trusts here, whose company puts him at ease-- that isn't anything he'd give up so easily, and he gives them a slight smile there in response.

the compliments, though, he doesn't directly respond to. he's uncertain how.]

There's no need for anything to be different. I- simply misread the situation, I think.

[considering that was the first time he really held anyone's hand, he feels that's an understandable mistake.]

[digestif]

[ maybe the both of them did. But they'd rather not belabor the point. Drawing it out will only make things more awkward. ]

You've always just been a regular person to me. Nicknames aside.

[ he doesn't have horns or a tail or a spooky aura. Even if they're feeling more amenable to the idea of him actually being some kind of spirit, he doesn't seem very different from a human at all. ]

We can still go out and do something, besides! I haven't been to the west wing much because of those monsters...