''hey, mizuki. you busy?'' maybe not a present you should give a child, let alone a child as young as her. date holds out a pipe- similar to her last, but very much new and unused. ''i was, uh.. gonna try and replace the sink pipes, buuuuuuuut this one wasn't.. fitting. figured i'd at least offer you this one before i threw it out.'' smooth. ''you want it?''
“you? fixing something?” the usual caustic tone is there in her voice as she scrutinizes him, eyebrows raised high. despite this, she takes the pipe in one of her small hands. she experiments with it– feigning attacks against the air, testing its weight and heft, how it feels in her hand.
after a few more swipes, mizuki turns back to date. and she thrusts out with it, a dangerous movement that very nearly connects with his face, though she pulls back at the last second and simply remains there, pointing at him.
the frown on her face remains for a few more blinks of the eye, and then… she smiles.
“…thanks, date. it’s great.”