[ sometimes after their Magic Adventure, mizu might notice coming back to the mansion that things smell good? there's this nice, sweet smell wafting in through the open door. it's like cinnamon and something baked, a delicate, warm smell.
there's also a familiar voice, humming a mindless sort of tune. come investigate? :3 ]
there's also a familiar voice, humming a mindless sort of tune. come investigate? :3 ]
[ as mizu makes his way to the kitchen, he will indeed find... taair is there! and he's got a bit of a setup going on, with baking supplies all over. he's sitting at a table, piping bag in hand, sooo focused on putting icing on what look like cakes!
the humming is nonsensical, but still there. focused... zen.... ]
the humming is nonsensical, but still there. focused... zen.... ]
[ of course it's a jumpscare. taair yelps in surprise, and promptly gets icing all over the cake he was in the middle of working on. splat. goodbye little flower. ]
-- Mizu! [ AAA HIS HEART, which he immediately clutches like a tiny maiden. ] Oh, goodness, where did you come from...?!
-- Mizu! [ AAA HIS HEART, which he immediately clutches like a tiny maiden. ] Oh, goodness, where did you come from...?!
[ on the contrary, taair is in the Best Mood this morning. like. full on humming a song to himself, disney princess levels of best mood. he beams at mizu when he speaks up. ]
Isn't it wonderful? [ and trots on over to him... sunshine ] After everything, I'd almost forgotten - and that's just as wonderful, too.
Isn't it wonderful? [ and trots on over to him... sunshine ] After everything, I'd almost forgotten - and that's just as wonderful, too.
There was a point last night where I thought to look at the time - and I can't explain how wonderful it felt to realize it was past eleven, and I could walk outside.
[ taair especially loves not being trapped. he watches mizu for a moment, expression very fond. ]
How are you feeling this morning, my friend? You can hold your liquor impressively well, but there was quite a bit flowing...
[ taair especially loves not being trapped. he watches mizu for a moment, expression very fond. ]
How are you feeling this morning, my friend? You can hold your liquor impressively well, but there was quite a bit flowing...
I felt precisely the same - no matter what awaits us with this judgement, I am glad we had a true night of peace.
[ taair says, warmly, propping his chin in his hand. as for the rest: ]
And - yes. You know, these sorts of celebrations have always been one of my very favorite parts of being here. So... to be able to have such a carefree evening with everyone else, being able to share stories and drink with all of you... it was wonderful.
Though, I did overindulge in the drinking part, certainly. [ a beat. ] So, I cured myself this morning.
[ yay magic healing! :D ]
[ taair says, warmly, propping his chin in his hand. as for the rest: ]
And - yes. You know, these sorts of celebrations have always been one of my very favorite parts of being here. So... to be able to have such a carefree evening with everyone else, being able to share stories and drink with all of you... it was wonderful.
Though, I did overindulge in the drinking part, certainly. [ a beat. ] So, I cured myself this morning.
[ yay magic healing! :D ]
[ teasingly: ]
That wouldn't include you, would it...?
[ but he's already reaching for his book. ]
That wouldn't include you, would it...?
[ but he's already reaching for his book. ]
[ THE CAKE.... he laughs at the sight as he looks down, because it looks completely ridiculous, good natured as ever. ]
Oh well. [ rip. ] Yes, if you'd not mind - here, we can use this batch as a sample.
Oh well. [ rip. ] Yes, if you'd not mind - here, we can use this batch as a sample.
I didn't think you would ask, so I thought I might just do it anyway.
[ hehe. he opens up his book, and goes through the whole magic shenanigans - the little knowledge scroll, the poof of wind from the pages, and the little blue bird made of light that flutters over mizu's head and then disappears.
goodbye hangover! (debuff cures you) (debuff cures you) ]
How's that? Better?
[ hehe. he opens up his book, and goes through the whole magic shenanigans - the little knowledge scroll, the poof of wind from the pages, and the little blue bird made of light that flutters over mizu's head and then disappears.
goodbye hangover! (debuff cures you) (debuff cures you) ]
How's that? Better?
[ he dips his head to the first part with a warm smile. of course. as for the rest.. ]
Haha... I can understand that.
[ thinks sweatily about his cyoa. yeah. being a cool sword wielding anyone is not for him, actually. curiosity flickers briefly across his face, and as he's tucking his book back into his holster, he looks thoughtful. ]
You've not told me much of your mission. Is it completed, or still in progress?
Haha... I can understand that.
[ thinks sweatily about his cyoa. yeah. being a cool sword wielding anyone is not for him, actually. curiosity flickers briefly across his face, and as he's tucking his book back into his holster, he looks thoughtful. ]
You've not told me much of your mission. Is it completed, or still in progress?
[ okay listen he is the most anti revenge guy on the planet so there is a little bit of a frown. however.... four guys, huh.... ]
I see. [ .... ] ...Does it have anything to do with what we saw...?
I see. [ .... ] ...Does it have anything to do with what we saw...?
[ yay! endgame!!!
taair is up at the lighthouse on this final day, sitting with his arms on the railing and staring out into the ocean. his emotions are kind of a mess even from a distance - there's this awful melancholy and resignation that floats over his shoulders like a cloud, but his expression is passive, thoughtful.
when he hears footsteps he glances over, though, and smiles, and all that vanishes. ]
Mizu. Would you tell me something of your time here you cherished?
taair is up at the lighthouse on this final day, sitting with his arms on the railing and staring out into the ocean. his emotions are kind of a mess even from a distance - there's this awful melancholy and resignation that floats over his shoulders like a cloud, but his expression is passive, thoughtful.
when he hears footsteps he glances over, though, and smiles, and all that vanishes. ]
Mizu. Would you tell me something of your time here you cherished?
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