michirusama || False Roles
Silly-headed is the best way to describe the other, Mikado decides. It’s only been a few minutes since Mikado sat on a bench, waiting for the next train in attempts to explore the Cultural Sector when the blonde tripped over a crack in the cement, hereby falling over- before (incredibly) twisting her body rapidly to plop besides Mikado in a swift maneuver that seemed to come straight from some anime. She had immediately given a huff later, turning away from Mikado just as the Sacrifice was about to ask whether if her ankle had been twisted in the process…
… and then began clearing her throat impatiently as if she wanted Mikado once again to initiate conversation.
"…"
No way Mikado would oblige.
Her journey to the market turned into quite a 'trip' as she somehow Michiru had fallen into the terrible predicament. She didn't even know what happened before she started falling over, the next thing she knew she was sitting in a bench.
But, when she came to her senses, she was surprised to see another girl that sat next to her on the bench. Clearing her throat in an effort to perhaps get the girl's attention or perhaps to muster the will to introduce herself. Either way, it seemed as if the girl was ignoring her. But, that wouldn't get Michiru to give up. Clearing her throat one last time,
"I will allow you to address me.", Michiru graced the girl with her presence... Hopefully the girl was good with jokes, Michiru thought.
"I'm the Tsundere King, Michiru-sama.", She paused and waited for a reaction.













