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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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[ 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?

[unfazed]

Occasionally. It depends on the person.

[ she shrugs ]

Weird.

[rolling his eyes good-naturedly]

I'm half-mechanical and the fact that I enjoy picking people up is what's weird? Perhaps you should reevaluate your standards.

I think they're fine.

[ she points towards his neck. ] Did you get into another fight? [ her eyes narrow slightly, disapproving. ]

[BUSTED...]

...Something along those lines. They started it, though— I was trying to keep them from hurting people.

Did you?

Not nearly as successfully as I would have liked. A friend did a better job of that than I did.

But it's okay now?

...I think so. I had heard some rumors about them coming back, but—

[abruptly stopping and looking at her- really looking at her. because those people had wanted to kill anyone who wasn't constantly, unceasingly happy, and she was— she was—

slowly straightening up and rolling his shoulders back, abruptly very angry]

...I believe I'll need to investigate those rumors more thoroughly.

[ she tilts her head, not understanding the sudden shift in tone. she often doesn't understand this sort of thing, though, so rather than ask about it, she simply says: ] Take your friend with you.

[ don't get hurt. ]

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[squeezing her hand, very gently]

I will. ...I'll bring a gun, too; the primary reason he did better than I was because he had one.

In the meantime, can you promise me something?

What?

If you see another Miku, another Kaito, or a man with purple hair talking about the "Happiness Committee", or about how everybody has to be happy, get the hell away from them. They called each other Undine, "big brother," and Styx, respectively.

I'm worried that they wouldn't be any kinder to you than they were to me.

...

[ she nods, surprisingly compliant. ] Okay.

[relaxing again, letting out a slow breath]

Thank you.

[ she's the one to squeeze his hand, this time. just a little bit. ]

What's a "happiness committee", anyway? Sounds stupid.

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