we're gonna afterparty and you're GOING TO FUCKING LIKE IT
[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.]
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:]
[aaand under that in a completely different set of handwriting:]
[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.]
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But it made sense to Nishitani, too. Good cop, bad cop. Rules guy, no-rules guy. It's not so strange an assumption. ]
Yeah, plentya guys join our way of life cause they think everythin'll make sense once they do. Takes a tough fucker ta see it don't and keep stickin' with it.
[ Not saying Teishu's gonna snap, but it wouldn't surprise Nishitani if he did. ]
Who knows what kinda guys Teishu-kun and Sage-chan are.
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No fuckin' clue, pal. Can't even imagine livin' that long. What'd be the damn point?
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[ he honestly never expected to make it to forty, though. ]
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[ Nishitani was definitely getting on in the years, he's happier having died saving Majima than he would've been growing old... ]
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[ he doesn't really seem to be enjoying this line of talk, though.
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[ He waves a hand, dismissing the thought. ]
Maybe we can ask 'em when we meet 'em fer drinks! Figure we'll hafta make smalltalk, yeah?
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Yeah, we can do that if ya want. Pretty sure they don't fuckin' drink, though.
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Hell, we can make 'em some tea fer all I care. Ain't about the booze, is it?
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[ And to see what they think... maybe. ]
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[ Maybe the Teishu will slip up and say something he shouldn't, that's the real goal... ]
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[ he's never seen nishitani in a meeting but he must know how to do it. ]
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[ I mean, he is chairman of his own family. He has to go to meetings, too. ]
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[ He laughs. There was probably way more greasing palms than he's willing to admit. ]
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[ God forbid people assume he knows more than he lets on... ]
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