🌸 | May Catch-All

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Who ⬤ Mitsuri, and you! hopefully ⸜( ˙ ˘ ˙) ♥
What ⬤ May substories + events!
When ⬤ All throughout May
Where ⬤ Everywhere!
Content Warnings ⬤ N/A ... so far



substory 1.A | OTA

[ initially, she had found it difficult to refuse all of the mochi being offered to her by the gyokuto. part of it was due to its cuteness, and the other: her sheer love of sweets.

yummy desserts, and rabbits... it had seemed like a lucky occurance for her at the time. first she'd eaten one, and then two, and then ... six... maybe eight?

now, as she finds herself stuck in the middle of a busy street, she can't help but feel completely stupid, though. this was the second time, now, that she'd been tricked by a rabbit here... ]

E-excuse me? [ it takes her a moment to get the words out between the chattering of her teeth. she doesn't think she's ever been so cold in her life, and she can't help but press into the warmth of this stranger's side, arms wrapped tightly around herself. she's shivering so hard she can't even figure out what to ask them, or even how to ask them for help.

she definitely should have stopped after the third mochi. ]

substory 1.B | OTA

[ there's a surge of energy rushing through her, racing under her skin. it makes her jittery and bouncy, far more aggitated than she's ever felt in her entire life.

she tries to run to burn some of the energy off, jumping and twisting through the air with graceful ease, leaping over the heads of passersby. the street was so busy, it was almost like she was using the pedestrians as an obstacle course, but none of it seems to do the trick. she needed to do more, to use more of her body, her strength --

it's with little thought that she suddenly tries to lift the next person who walks by her, trying her best to hoist them up above her head if they're light enough.

if she were at her full strength she would have been able to toss them, or benchpress them. ]

Sorry! But I really need to do this, right now!

[ at least she apologizes for it! ]

general | OTA

[ steam wafts up from the bowl set in front of her, fading into the crisp night air. she smiles at the owner of the stall, overjoyed at the sight of food. ]

Thank you so much! [ there was a steadily-growing pile of empty dishes where she sat at the ramen stall, towering well above her head already. trying to collect haniwa had built up her appetite again, and mitsuri is blissfully unaware of the crowd she's beginning to draw as she eats, of the people dithering to stop and stare. ]

Noodles are the best at night! [ she chirps to the shopkeep who, despite the strain on their small kitchen, seems to be intrigued. she continues to chatter away to them while she eats, although she'd easily notice if someone chooses to sit or stop close by.

she was definitely racking up quite the bill here, though. ]

[ ooc: may as well turn this into cr lmao ]

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[lovebreathing]

[ the added weight from his groceries was something of an unexpected bonus, and she lowers slowly, bending at the knees.
she's just going to casually do squats with him now. ]

Um...

[ mitsuri didn't think about the why, but there was definitely no logical reasoning here: just pure compulsion. ]

Because the mochi ... made me do it? [ there's a small crowd of bemused on-lookers staring at the pair, whispering to each other behind their hands. her cheeks turn red not from strain, but from embarrassment -- although it doesn't make her stop her squats. ] It gave me a lot of energy! So ...

[ this just seemed right, at the time!! ]

[allmenare]

[The whispering makes Fukuzawa even more exasperated, though with his serious face he might look more angry than embarrassed. It's not the first time he's been lifted up like this, but that doesn't mean he has to like it!]

Put me down. Now.

[Stern but not yelling. Fukuzawa sounds every bit like the boss he is.]

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[ being spoken to so sternly works, and she freezes in place, a deep feeling of shame settling in her chest. she doesn't think she's ever been spoken to like that in her life... an older adult's stern disapproval was completely different to outbursts of anger being directed at her.

this was definitely a memory that's going to be keeping her up at night. ]

Y-yes, sir...! [ she lowers him back down slowly, steadying him so that he's upright.

mochi or not, she can't look him in the eyes...! ] I'm sorry!! I just ... really needed to lift something heavy.

[ she's still buzzing with energy, although it was a little less now. if she had the courage she'd offer to at least carry his things for him. ]

[allmenare]

[Oh no.

Oh no she's like this.

One of Fukuzawa's few weaknesses in life: an earnest young person trying their best.]

...

[His face might look a bit scarier now with how his brow is scrunching up, but it's not because he's mad. On the contrary, he actually feels kind of bad for being so stern with her now, and he's fighting to keep a straight face instead of immediately apologizing for being so harsh. He can't be wishy-washy with the youths, it's best not to confuse them.

That said, he can still help here somehow. She needs to lift something heavy, is it? Well...]

If you need to lift something, then carry these.

[He means his groceries. They're not actually that heavy, but maybe having her hands occupied will help.]

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[ she stands in silence for a while, shifting around from the left-over mochi effects. it feels awkward to just stand here, being looked at by him like that -- but she won't budge until he says something, whatever it is, or until she can at least promise to try and make it up to him. it doesn't sit well with her to make someone else upset. ]

!! [ her eyes widen at what she takes to be a nice gesture from him. how did he know?? it was like he read her mind or something. ]

Of course! [ she reaches out to take them, cheery and eager. ] Thank you! Please let me know if there's anything else I can do, too! Um.. like, were you going to keep shopping, or are you on your way home?

[allmenare]

[Maybe not read her mind exactly, but her posture is easy to read. Fukuzawa is used to being surrounded by emotionally-open people like this, he's got some skill at reading their actions.]

I was going to go home and make myself dinner.

[Indeed, there are several of the basics in the bags: some rice, some vegetables, meat that is actually less questionable than some of the stuff you find on the streets here, and a bottle of some kind of alcohol. It looks like he's going to make a stir fry of some sort? To be honest he's not much of a cook, but he can at least keep himself fed.

Speaking of which...she's carrying his groceries and she's not being too terrible...]

...if you carry them home for me, I will share. But I make no promises for quality.

[lovebreathing]

Oh no! I don't think I could have any! [ she would feel awful eating any of his food -- even just a regular person's small amount would be too much. ] It just wouldn't feel right...

[ it's as simple as that. ]

But I would love to carry these home for you!! And, um ... if you'd like, I could cook them for you, too? I really like cooking! Before I came here, I made a lot of western-style dishes, mostly.

Plus, it would make me feel a little better about what happened before...