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★★★★★ week 7. thursday. mizuki.
[ the weeks have come and gone, the thirteen gods bringing with them many different locations reminiscent of home to the temple during their host weeks... but none of those locales have been nearly as memorable to majima as the simple parlor on the second floor, and not just because it was the very first place he'd visited once the participants had been set loose and he suddenly found himself in desperate need of a stiff drink. funny how things work like that sometimes.
he holds mizuki's hand as he leads them into the room, wrinkling his nose at the smell of roses that hit them almost immediately upon entry. it, unsurprisingly, looks the same as ever, with the exception of that week havoc had been wreaked inside. ]
Ya know, I've been wonderin' how ya managed to fall asleep here before ya started shackin' up with me.
[ as usual, there's a teasing lilt to his voice as he nudges them gently in the ribs. ]
he holds mizuki's hand as he leads them into the room, wrinkling his nose at the smell of roses that hit them almost immediately upon entry. it, unsurprisingly, looks the same as ever, with the exception of that week havoc had been wreaked inside. ]
Ya know, I've been wonderin' how ya managed to fall asleep here before ya started shackin' up with me.
[ as usual, there's a teasing lilt to his voice as he nudges them gently in the ribs. ]