★★★★★ week 7. thursday. mizuki.

[haw]

[ 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. ]

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[digestif]

[ oh, here he goes again. On one hand, it feels mildly humiliating to be carried around like this - they don't like being put in vulnerable positions - but, on the other hand, it's just Majima. They've already been about as vulnerable as possible in front of him. Mizuki sighs in exasperated amusement as they're picked up once more, and settles against his chest when he takes a seat with them.

... Maybe it's okay to be weak once in a while. As long as they don't get used to it. (Not that they have time to, anyway.) ]

Ha ha. This place is forcing me to be more serious than usual, that's all. If you saw me while I was off the clock, you'd be surprised.