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SO IT FELT LIKE WE NEEDED SOME CRACK IN HERE. mingle post!

[those of you who have been in the dressing room for a while might remember that one of the Kaitos seems to have a different birthday from the rest of them, and that his celebrations tend to involve lots of free ice-cream in the park.

this year is no exception; a few folding tables have been set up and covered with little tubs of hand-made ice-cream in varying flavors. however, one thing has changed; the birthday boy himself is puttering around instead of hiding from any who might approach. currently he's managing another new addition: a large tower of cupcakes. which is currently threatening to slide out of his grasp and to the ground instead of onto the table where he wants them.

...maybe he could use a hand...]

((OOC: mingle post! also, those aren't just any cupcakes... feel free to come up with additional effects they could have, or skip the RNG if a particular one looks fun to play out!))

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[ from behind him ] Need help?

[JUMPS and just barely manages not to drop them all over everything]

...rrr. I think so, much as I hate to admit it...

Okay. Hold on. [ she moves to stand in front of him, and then reaches up on her tiptoes, removing as many cupcakes as she can from the top of the tower without having to struggle to balance them. ]

[guess who nearly drops the platter again as she comes around and he actually sees who it is? (spoilers: it's him.) n-narrowly avoiding splattering them all over her front before she starts taking up part of the load]

...Aaah, thanks. I think I've got it now, Miku.

[this is not entirely true, but he's so embarrassingly happy to see her he doesn't even care. fortunately, he manages to get the edge of the platter onto the table, which at least makes the rest of getting it situated easy]

[ once the cupcake tower is in one piece atop the table, she turns to face him, and... doesn't do much of anything, really. just stares at him, for a long moment.

it's been a while. he looks happy enough, but she's not sure what to say. ]

[ finally: ] Hi.

[sticking his hands in his pockets while he waits for her, a little self-conscious]

Hello. ...You've got good timing.

... Your party? [ she could harbor a guess, but asks anyway. ]

More or less. If I don't make some attempt of my own to celebrate, then someone or something else does so for me— with much worse taste in decorations. It's easier to simply resign myself to the lesser of the two evils.

Oh. [ a pause ] I don't have anything. Sorry.

[ she hasn't been here, but she feels the need to apologize, still. ]

...Believe me, it's fine. I don't particularly want gifts today.

Why?

[ she can guess the answer to that, too. ]

[sighing at her— not sad so much as satisfied. this is well-worn ground]

Someone died today, because of me. Celebrating today selfishly would feel too much like I'm disrespecting that.

...Giving other people things is fine, though.

Okay. [ she doesn't probe. never was the type, after all. instead, she's quiet for a moment, before asking: ]

Can I stay?

[ she wouldn't have had to ask, once. she would have followed him around regardless of what he might've had to say on the matter, because even when was mad at her, in the end, he would always relent. in the end, she knew it would always be all right.

but that was then, and she doesn't know if she has a place here now. ]

Of course. ...I'm pretty sure I've got enough ice cream to pay you back twice over for what I owe you, too.

[ oh.

she blinks, slowly, not saying a word.

he still remembers. she didn't think he would. it's just ice cream, and it was such a long time ago.

but he remembers, and suddenly it's like they're picking up right where they left off, like there isn't a gap of nearly three years between them. and she's not sure how to respond, at first, how to form the words through the relief that washes over her, so strong that it's almost tangible.

and then Miku does something unexpected, even to herself--

she smiles. ]

... Thank you.

[blinking right back at her before he glances away, a little overwhelmed. is it her that he's happy for, or himself, or both?]

You're welcome.

... I missed you.

[it's a little difficult to get out, but. it's important she knows.]

[ her expression slips back to the usual blank the next moment, gaze dropping to the ground. ]

[ there's a beat, and she gingerly reaches for his hand. ]

Me, too.

[ a little more open than she used to be, maybe. but only because it's him. ]

[holding it out for her to take, hopeful

(how could he have ever tried to deny how he felt? even if it had been to try to reconcile what he'd do if "his" Miku had been there at the same time, it was still so stupid.)

...although... hmmm. he might have to address that, and soon; it wouldn't be fair to her not to. at least the mere thought of it isn't making want to panic anymore...?

he's most likely getting ahead of himself, though. awkwardly] Ah... how have you been?

Mm. Okay. [ it's spoken with the same sort of flatness with which she utters most of her words-- where there's clearly no value or weight to them, and she doesn't care enough to bother masking it. ] You've changed a bit. Your skin.

[ she's changed a bit, too. more than he has, actually. grown taller, though not by much -- thinner, too -- and her hair's a little longer, but every bit as unkempt. there's a sharpness to her features that wasn't as pronounced before -- she always looked older than her age, even with her short stature, pigtails and round face, but barely any trace of youth remains in the harsh lines of her cheekbones, or the creases around her eyes.

but perhaps most notable is that there isn't a single bruise, cut or bandage visible on her body. ]

[he hadn't really expected much else; it's reassuring, in its own way. they both might have changed, but not enough to not know each other.]

Aah. I knew it was supposed to heal, eventually, but it still feels strange for it to finally have happened.

...You've gotten taller?

[not actually the first thing he noticed, but like hell is he going to let any variant of "you're pretty" come out of his mouth without heavy thought first. some mistakes he has managed to learn from.]

[ she looks down at herself, as if she would somehow be able to assess it that way. ] I guess.

You haven't.

I don't think I can grow any further, thankfully. I already only narrowly escape having to duck to keep from hitting my head in doorways.

Yeah. You're too tall already.

[amused huff]

I don't know about too tall. It lends a certain advantage to picking people up, for one thing.

[why no, he is not threatening her :) why would you say a thing like that :)]

[ eyebrow raise. ] Is that what you do for fun now?

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OH MY GOD /HYPERVENTILATES JOYOUSLY?!

hehehehe HIIIIIIII : D

\;o;/ i missed youuuuuuu

ME TOOO i just went and reread all their old threads gOD. how've you been!! ;u;

hahaaa I do that periodically and then go have feelings for a while... and pretty decent!

that's good!! man do you have skype or gmail we could catch up maybe??

opalinesque @ gmail and plurk, no skype o/

added you on gtalk, hopefully it will work...??

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