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[waterholdmedown]

Who: Shizuru, Mirai.
What: Forgetting.
Where: A club.
When: Night of Sunday 5/7.


The table was well-stocked with drinks tonight. Shizuru, it seemed, had no problem with picking up the tab.

The beat was strong in her ears, but unlike last time, there was no part of her that was moving to it. Her usual carelessness seemed to have shifted to... something peculiar. Sluggishness married to a strange sort of restlessness, laxness in tension with tension. Every so often, she'd start fiddling with something -- her hair, her hat, her drink.

But at the moment, her arms were splayed across the back of the couch, long spindly legs -- mostly bare -- crossed lazily, head tilted back to stare off into the middle distance.

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[burningbow]

The music wasn't catching. Mirai stopped listening and put on his tight-lipped smile. Then he looked at Shizuru very carefully, his length draped almost dragon-like along the opposite couch. And seeing as she was paying for drinks, he was already halfway through his second.

"Hey. Do you think I'm a bad guy?" he asked suddenly, the smile dropping from his face. "People are good judges of character, right?"