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❝ mizu. this entire show is horrible. can i change the channel yet?? ❞ they watching shitty american reality tv shows. aoba’s had enough of the constant babbling.

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mxrphinum liked this.
❝ mizu. this entire show is horrible. can i change the channel yet?? ❞ they watching shitty american reality tv shows. aoba’s had enough of the constant babbling.
[ settles down gently into your inbox && gently touches your face && whispers hello ]
❝Mizuki-san---!❞ breathless gasp and cry of giggles when those wet hands touched his cheeks. ❝Your hands are wet!❞ playfully chided, but he is glad to see the artist again.
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a smile would grace features upon seeing a familiar face. like sudden colour painting skies of black and grey, he'd approach the familiar with a grin -- a contrast to the usual numbing expression caused by his usual surroundings. at least with this certain encounter, there was no violence involved.
"mizuki."
"--it's good to see you."
YELLS
mxrphinum.
What could be an excusable instance for his actions? --Was there one? Was there a purpose in this, other than to simply antagonize the other male? Not at all. Showing up in Midorijima after everything that happened should've very well been unheard of; but that certainly didn't stop Virus from sliding into the old tattoo parlor in amusement.
❝Hey hey~, Mi-chan, are you here?❞
He looks about curiously, stepping forward, hands tucked neatly behind his back; was Mizuki not working anymore-? Perhaps it was too soon after his discharge? But the door was certainly unlocked. . Whoever was here, he'd be glad to give them a scare with some questions, but for now, he'd admire the work on the wall. It was a shame, really. Mizuki was quite talented, albeit ironically so, with his admiration for Ryuuhou. How amusing.
❝If you're not here, I'm going to pay Aoba-san a visit before I leave. I'm sure he'd be glad to see me, too, you know.❞
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₩ - Our muses are caught in a thunder storm together
"Damn it, and I even didn’t bring an umbrella…!" Aoba immediately pulled the hood of his jacket over his head, running to a nearby shelter where he could keep himself dry from the rain, even for a short moment of time. With this weather being unannounced, he was unable to prepare himself beforehand, and now he is left in a completely-drenched state. But he sighed it off; he had been through worse than this. And there are a lot of things that are more worth complaining about that being simply wet from extremely heavy rainfall combined with occasional rumbling of thunder.
Yes, there are worse. Thinking that would be less stressing.
"Say, Ren. How long until it dies off?" he asked his canine Allmate, who popped out from his bag at being mentioned. He got quite a disappointing answer. At least the rain would not last overnight, but he would have to stand still for hours. At least he had his headphones with him; music could help kill some time and keep him from the pain of boredom.
Adjusting the accessory around his head, he tapped on one side to play some music. And he started to hum while lightly bobbing his head, observing the sounds of the rain drown out from the techno music filling his ears, the tunes in perfect synchronization with each other.
While focused in this little world he would immerse himself into when he needed relaxation from stressful distractions, he still had enough attention on reality to belatedly realize there was another figure beside him. And once he knew this, he became a bit more quiet, cautiously turning his head to the side just to check if the person is normal, or someone appearing shady.
Relief, and surprise, washed over him when he finally got a clear view of the face of the one standing beside him. He looked almost… melancholy, but it might only be because of the rain giving him that image, especially since he too was soaked to the bone.
"Hey, Mizuki?"
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Text to: MizukiHuh...? What the hell??Do you have any idea what time it is?
Text to: MizukiIt's barely seven, oh my god.Please tell me this is something important...