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

[buddyoldpal]

Seriously, it's gotta be shit. How'd ya even enjoy anythin' after that long?

[ Nishitani was definitely getting on in the years, he's happier having died saving Majima than he would've been growing old... ]

[maddogs]

I guess ya'd have to ask them.

[ he doesn't really seem to be enjoying this line of talk, though.

[buddyoldpal]

Ehhh, yeah, ain't gonna be much point to that shit, anyway.

[ 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?

[maddogs]

[ since majima's sitting in nishitani's lap now, he might miss the way majima frowns a little at the suggestion ]

Yeah, we can do that if ya want. Pretty sure they don't fuckin' drink, though.

[buddyoldpal]

[ It's okay, Nishitani knows Majima well enough to be able to infer by his tone. Mostly. ]

Hell, we can make 'em some tea fer all I care. Ain't about the booze, is it?

[maddogs]

Yeah. 's true.

[buddyoldpal]

Might be worth it just ta see how they're holdin' up.

[ And to see what they think... maybe. ]

[maddogs]

Ya think they're gonna tell us anythin'?

[buddyoldpal]

Prolly not. But it's better than not askin', yeah?

[ Maybe the Teishu will slip up and say something he shouldn't, that's the real goal... ]

[maddogs]

Mm. We'll haveta be on good behavior.

[ he's never seen nishitani in a meeting but he must know how to do it. ]

[buddyoldpal]

Believe it or not, I can do that shit.

[ I mean, he is chairman of his own family. He has to go to meetings, too. ]

[maddogs]

I figured ya'd have ta.

[buddyoldpal]

Didn't climb my way up by just bashin' in skulls. Though it was a close thing!

[ He laughs. There was probably way more greasing palms than he's willing to admit. ]

[maddogs]

We can jus' pretend it was like that.

[buddyoldpal]

Yeah, I like that version of the story a lot fuckin' better!

[ God forbid people assume he knows more than he lets on... ]

[maddogs]

Knew ya would.