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sweetpinkpixie · 01-11-2023, 09:49 AM

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

"You sometimes have this face when you look at Yukie. I don't know what it means, but you save it just for her." Mercer added more marshmallows to her mug of sugary goodness before deciding it was PROBABLY nearly enough to satisfy him. For now. Scooping up two sleeping bags, Mercer directed their path through the throngs of little firsties and toward a spot that wasn't currently occupied.

He dropped both bags on the ground unceremoniously. "You sleep over night. It's actually, like, sleeping over at someone else's house, only in this case we're sleeping over at someone else's... garden or whatever. But I don't think there will be any dangerous creatures invited." He did pull a slew of stuffed creatures out of his pants at that point, but none were alive and none were dangerous. "We used to sleep over at my grandparents' houses. And Aunt Vivi's. Aunt Fee's, who had better snacks but was more likely to poison us accidentally. Uncle Luca's, Uncle Gianni's... Well. This is boring, right? What should we do?"

"I would venture I have a certain sort of face whenever I look at anyone," Mitsuki replied with a small shrug. "No one person is the same as the other nor is the relationship the same, therefore no one gaze is the same as the other." It was not entirely a dismissive move against his observation, though it also was not not an attempt to push the subject aside. She was simply stating some facts. "Do you not notice there are certain faces I save only for you?"

She did not emote as obviously as the majority of their peers and when she did it was rather purposefully.

Perhaps it was just her or perhaps there were wrackspurts involved, but the owl in the area was certainly more vocal than Mitsuki recalled owls to be as well as acting a little unusual. There was little for her to feel all that concerned about, however. She had a pocket full of salt and Professor Paton was the expert, so if there was an issue she was certain that between these two things everything would be fine. Not to mention that she was in the company of Mercer and, knowing from personal experience and obervation, not even a kelpie would harm him so things were fine. There was nary a fell voice on the air. There was, however, Mercer's voice which now again had her attention.

It was a curious phrase, she decided, and as Mercer explained it became disappointing that they were not sleeping over anything particularly extraordinary nor were there any tsuchigumo involved. It was almost as disappointing as discovering that all the riddles and disembodied sounds had belonged to a sphinx and not a haunting. "I see," she nodded solemnly while she continued to hold on to the mug of marshmallows before deciding that she could indulge in one.

It seemed that the owl was garnering more attention now as well, which brought her attention back to it as Mercer set up their section of the pastures. Mitsuki was prepared to be disappointed, however. None asked her for her opinion on the matter, so she would not utter her hopeful speculation that the owl was in fact a tatarimokke. There had been a war here at Hogwarts, after all, in which there were many who had fallen. It seemed like a natural progression that a soul child inhabit the body of an owl. She was fairly certain that a majority of the owls at Himitsumahou fell into this category.

"We could just sleep," she offered, one of her slender fingers pointing towards Yumeki who had already done just that. "That is the purpose of a sleepover, yes? To sleep." Though that did seem quite contradictory to the entire set up. Curious. Almost as curious as the pile of poorly taxidermied creature Mercer had produced from his trousers. "Or..." she continued, pensive as she looked at the mug overflowing with marshmallows. "Perhaps you could try catching these with your mouth. I could toss them to you." Mercer did enjoy food and this was an activity they had done before. But there were also all these soft creatures atop their sleeping bags. "Unless you wish to do something with all of them."

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Scooping up two sleeping bags, Mercer directed their path through the throngs of little firsties and toward a spot that wasn't currently occupied. He dropped both bags on the ground unceremoniously. "You sleep over night. It's actually, like, sleeping over at someone else's house, only in this case we're sleeping over at someone else's... garden or whatever. But I don't think there will be any dangerous creatures invited." He did pull a slew of stuffed creatures out of his pants at that point, but none were alive and none were dangerous. "We used to sleep over at my grandparents' houses. And Aunt Vivi's. Aunt Fee's, who had better snacks but was more likely to poison us accidentally. Uncle Luca's, Uncle Gianni's... Well. This is boring, right? What should we do?" "I would venture I have a certain sort of face whenever I look at anyone," Mitsuki replied with a small shrug. "No one person is the same as the other nor is the relationship the same, therefore no one gaze is the same as the other." It was not entirely a dismissive move against his observation, though it also was not not an attempt to push the subject aside. She was simply stating some facts. "Do you not notice there are certain faces I save only for you?" She did not emote as obviously as the majority of their peers and when she did it was rather purposefully. Perhaps it was just her or perhaps there were wrackspurts involved, but the owl in the area was certainly more vocal than Mitsuki recalled owls to be as well as acting a little unusual. There was little for her to feel all that concerned about, however. She had a pocket full of salt and Professor Paton was the expert, so if there was an issue she was certain that between these two things everything would be fine. Not to mention that she was in the company of Mercer and, knowing from personal experience and obervation, not even a kelpie would harm him so things were fine. There was nary a fell voice on the air. There was, however, Mercer's voice which now again had her attention. It was a curious phrase, she decided, and as Mercer explained it became disappointing that they were not sleeping over anything particularly extraordinary nor were there any tsuchigumo involved. It was almost as disappointing as discovering that all the riddles and disembodied sounds had belonged to a sphinx and not a haunting. "I see," she nodded solemnly while she continued to hold on to the mug of marshmallows before deciding that she could indulge in one. It seemed that the owl was garnering more attention now as well, which brought her attention back to it as Mercer set up their section of the pastures. Mitsuki was prepared to be disappointed, however. None asked her for her opinion on the matter, so she would not utter her hopeful speculation that the owl was in fact a tatarimokke. There had been a war here at Hogwarts, after all, in which there were many who had fallen. It seemed like a natural progression that a soul child inhabit the body of an owl. She was fairly certain that a majority of the owls at Himitsumahou fell into this category. "We could just sleep," she offered, one of her slender fingers pointing towards Yumeki who had already done just that. "That is the purpose of a sleepover, yes? To sleep." Though that did seem quite contradictory to the entire set up. Curious. Almost as curious as the pile of poorly taxidermied creature Mercer had produced from his trousers. "Or..." she continued, pensive as she looked at the mug overflowing with marshmallows. "Perhaps you could try catching these with your mouth. I could toss them to you." Mercer did enjoy food and this was an activity they had done before. 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