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sweetpinkpixie · 01-14-2023, 10:25 AM

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Originally Posted by Uncle Moose

What was with that look from Mitsuki what had he...oh...OH! Her words twice confirmed his suspicions. He smiled at her Awkwardly "No, no not to that extent." he shook his head. "Just a figure of speech Mitsuki-chan."

As far as haunting her. He thought about it a moment. "Yes." He nodded. "Though I would need to check on Uncle Akira first before I begin the haunt." But would checking on his Uncle prevent him from haunting Mitsuki? You know passing on to the other side being unable to return. What if Uncle Akira was haunting him? If that were the case then he wouldn't need to pass on and haunting Mitsuki wouldn't be an issue at all. In fact she'd then have two ghosts for the price of one.

"Yosh! Here, we can carry one of the medium ones together first." It would be a good gauge on her strength. he moved over toward one of the ones they were nearest to. If she didn't have any trouble carrying a medium sized one with him she could do a few on her own too. Though she might probably be best in just taking some of the smaller pots.

This was something that often confused Mitsuki, as most flowery language did and why poetry in all its forms were entirely lost on her. Why would one not say what they meant and mean what they say? It was quite a bold claim to declare yourself 'dying' over something. Did ghosts take offense to such language? Perhaps this was something she ought to discuss during her next unscheduled tea time with Helena Ravenclaw. It was of no fault to Yumeki that she thought these things. It was more a curiosity of language. Perplexing. "Oh," she nodded slowly as a small tingle of relief slipped in that he was not, in fact, on the brink of the lights leaving his eyes.

His assurance that he would haunt her eased her confusion further and, knowing how much his uncle meant to him, offered a small glimpse of physical affection in resting her palm firmly against the side of his arm. It felt like a moment that required silence, so she did just that and willed the sentiments to linger in the air for as long as they willed to since there were tasks to be completed.

Hands back to being clasped in front of herself, she made a slow skip towards the other side of the pot and offered Yumeki a firm nod of confirmation. Her frame neither particularly tall nor wide, the fourth year stretched her arms to either side and spread her legs apart to allow herself to sit into a deep squat. Then, as if hugging the pot, she slid into lifting position and eyed the flap of burlap right in front of her. A small gap was present between the rim of the pot and the burlap and she squinted to try and see if she could make anything out within. Mitsuki was very good at following instructions once she heard them, so she would not be trying too hard to peek or otherwise disturb the cloth...but she was curious.

She instead peeked over the top and to Yumeki for further instructions.

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