#sergeantofjupiter

[richestguyonmercury]

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“Oh my goodness.”  Midori springing from the couch made Mizuiro flinch slightly. He still couldn’t get used to how lively Sergeant expressed himself. Well, he seemed to be on board with the idea that’s for sure.

Midori’s reaction was out of Mizuiro’s expectations, but he didn’t seem to mind. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. Watching Midori going on and on about future plans and getting increasingly excited, it was....

It was kind of cute.

Mizuiro patiently waited for Midori to take a pause inbetween his ramblings before finally interjecting.

“Well, my friend, it seems we’re on the same page, so let's get started right away.” He rested a hand on Midori’s shoulder but then immediately retracted. "First of all, we should make up a plan. How big do you want the event to be? Who’s being invited? Where is this going to take place? There’s a lot to consider. You can count of my staff if you need help with preparations. Well, and myself, of course, I can help, too."

Mizuiro pulled out his phone and began typing. "Let me get in contact with Kajuu. He can help us get organized."

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“Good grief..” Mizuirobon mumbled to himself as he and a good portion of his staff all watched Midoribon climb a large oak with a red ribbon fluttering on top of it. It was very windy today, so much that while the wealthy bastard was outide, his trusty bowtie got picked up by the wind and ended up on the branch of the massive tree that was growing just outside of the mansion. Imagine that! None of his servants were able to get it, it was at the very top, so Mizuiro did the best thing he could think of.

Boot up his mecha to get the tie? Buy a new one? No-no, neither of those.

He asked his good chap Midoribon to come to Mercury, for “something important”. Without telling what it is, of course. So here they were, in the current state of things.

A strong gust of wind brushed through the area. Light-blue b-daman was growing gradially anxious. His key accessory could slip away at any moment.

“Careful please!” Mizuiro shouted to sergeant. “Don’t lose the tie!  It’s one of a kind!”

He wondered to himself if Midori ever got his beret caught up by the wind before.

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“Coming Out Month..” Mizuiro repeated quietly as he carefully processed the new information, gently tapping on his bowtie. “How peculiar.” It’s nothing the rich b-daman has heard of before on his planet. He was too preoccupied with his thoughts to notice both Kiiro teasing and Midori falling for it.

“Er, Kiirobon, how do you know about all this?”

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After spending endless time staring at his phone screen and thinking up a response, Mizuiro finally sent the following text:

['Good afternoon, Midoribon. My deepest apologies for the late reply, I've gotten rather busy as of late. A lot of paperwork to take care of.']

A lie.. Mizuiro sighed. He didn't want to lie to Midori, but he couldn't have him to know the truth about how he spent the night. Frankly, he'd be more than glad if they never spoke of it again and acted like nothing ever happened.

Maybe if they could just avoid the subject..

['But I am doing well, thank you for asking, what about you?']

['How's your training coming along?']

@sergeantofjupiter

[richestguyonmercury]

"I've come here to spend April Fools away from Shiro and Kiiro and I find a loud red kid at Mizuiro's mansion... Hey, what do you think you're doing here, kid?" (@sergeantofjupiter)

“WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!”

Upon observing the place he found himself stuck in, Akabon’s been struck with the best idea ever: to slide down the railing of a long stairway in the main hall of the mansion, making the loudest shout that has ever echoed through the coridors leaving the place’s residents dumbfounded and alarmed. And sure enough, that’s exactly what he did. As he reached the end of the stairway he jumped off the railing and successfully landed.

“Yeah, this place is awesome!!” He shouted in excitement, but then he heard someone calling to him. Aka quickly turned around to see a green weird-like bomberman, presumably talking to him.

“Oh, is this your place? It’s cool, very spacey! But a bit too fragile, not enough place to bomb, if you know what I’m sayin’!”