we're gonna afterparty and you're GOING TO FUCKING LIKE IT

[presomnia]

[Tiki wanders into the great hall expecting company, expecting a full room just like before to abate her loneliness and what she finds instead is...Mahiro, chillin'.

And no one else.

Okay. Cool. Fine. She'll throw a goddamn party herself IF THAT'S WHAT'S HAPPENING, TRY HER.

So she drags one (1) rude teen into the kitchen despite protests that he can't cook, finds Eizen actively in the middle of cooking, and takes full advantage of the situation and also her own cute charm until curry for two turns into curry for twenty four.

Everyone will find notes slipped under their door, courtesy of Tiki's new gopher since he refuses to cook, the first part written in loose, loopy handwriting like an elementary schooler who hasn't quite gotten the hang of the cursive they've been taught:]

Let's meet in the Great Hall together in about an hour and have dinner again this time, so nobody has to be alone.

[aaand under that in a completely different set of handwriting:]

I don't know why we're doing this after someone died from getting poisoned through food but at least there won't be any fucking cake. Don't come if you don't want to.

[hm. well.

in the Great Hall, Tiki's hard at work setting up Eizen's mabo curry for the taking (and she's bullied him into making exactly one plate of non-spicy curry because she loves Hanyuu), and also hard at work into bullying Mahiro into helping her set up silverware and plates and beverages. It's not much, but it's here.]

Comments

[presomnia]

Uh-huh! I told him so and he said it was okay.

[mmm it's more like he gave up on correcting her, but]

[blacksong]

[Somehow, this sounds fake, but it's not like she can argue that.]

Next time I see him, I'll call him Eizey too then. [Not because she considers him a friend, but it just sounds funny.]

[presomnia]

[clearly!! zero has!!! only the best of intentions!!!! Tiki looks mildly baffled because no one else ever uses her nicknames, but she nods.]

Okay. If you want to, I don't think he'll mind.

[hm. hmmmmm]

[blacksong]

[The best intentions!! Like wanting to aggravate someone for shits and giggles, pure and wholesome stuff.]

If he does mind, I'll tell him it's not fair only you get to call him Eizey. [Will that actually do the trick?? Probably not, but she thinks it might annoy him, so good enough.] That'll teach him.