[ they cross their arms expectantly and step out of his way as he leaves, smiling sweetly like they did nothing at all. Only his parting words elicit a reaction from them - another faint look of disbelief - but they don't give him a response, for once, only lifting one hand in a half-wave to send him off.
That Majima's an interesting man, indeed. He's not their type; he's got to be out of his mind if he thinks they're going to take him up on that vulgar invitation. And yet, when they turn on the tap and find the scent of alcohol swiftly replaced with that of roses-- ]
What am I going to do with you?
[ they laugh to themself. In the end, Mizuki finds themself taking a bath rather than a shower, and dedicating a little more of their thoughts to Majima than they'd have imagined. ]
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That Majima's an interesting man, indeed. He's not their type; he's got to be out of his mind if he thinks they're going to take him up on that vulgar invitation. And yet, when they turn on the tap and find the scent of alcohol swiftly replaced with that of roses-- ]
What am I going to do with you?
[ they laugh to themself. In the end, Mizuki finds themself taking a bath rather than a shower, and dedicating a little more of their thoughts to Majima than they'd have imagined. ]