▍ FEATURING . . . BEI, USHI ⤻ @avichor. ❪ . . . ❫ “ NO MORE SPECIAL TREATMENT FOR YOU ... ”
cigarette smoke dancing in the space between them, the only tangible connection binding them together in tense silence. mizaru, slouched so far into one chair that her feet could reach the other, the only other available seat on the smoker's balcony, forcing ushi to stand against the wall. to her own defence, she hadn't needed to follow her outside. cigarette once again raised to coated lips, their centre paler and waiting to be reapplied from previously overfilled glasses, her bored gaze flickering around the space, feigning interest in anything ... everything but her, before they once again settled on her form out of need, the lack of anything else even half as intriguing. though just her face, to be exact, for if mizaru let it wander any further, she could just give up the act of resistance altogether. pointer and middle finger pointing ash in ushi's direction, tone then cut and dry. “ working together ... ” an exhale of smoke, tongue poking her cheek in thought. searching for the words. “ —mhm. ” coming up short, lips pursed and eyes narrowed with a sigh caught in her lungs.
then, “ just like old times, right ? ” a walking cliché of snark, the last of her cigarette pushed into the glass tray on the table. her words a mistake ... now that you've said it, no more special treatment for you. tone as warm and inviting as memory begrudgingly served, the sharp smile on her face begging to be wiped off ... one way or the other. ice seemingly broken, walking with the intent to pass her and make her way back into the venue, mizaru instead held a hand to stop her. fingertips clasping the seam of her shirt and tugging, then climbing higher, grasping the collar of it to force ushi to her height. gentle, despite it all. “ for the record, i never asked for it. ” treatment of any kind, special or nostalgic between the two. for ushi to be in front of her, to inevitably have her walk away yet again. fingers released her collar, instead looking for another cigarette and lighter flickering once, twice, three times before the spark met flame. “ so i won't be losing out. ”
