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[burningbow]

Who: Mirai, Miyume.
Where: Dorms then Chitoku.
When: Tuesday, April 18th.
What: Whirlwind in the city.

Mirai inspected his watch as he waited outside the dorm, with bright glimmers of streetlight illuminating behind him against a dusk-shrouded path. These last few minutes took forever to pass - waiting was hard, like forcing yourself to work on an essay about your worst subject. Meanwhile, they piled more work on his shoulders after forcing him to his knees. It wasn't work. He kept imagining he heard his father telling him it was his duty. He had no intention of letting someone as unmerciful as his father tell him about duty.

It was utterly ridiculous. He assumed his father was calculating the kudos he would earn from having a son who was among the brightest hopes for the future. He shut his eyes. Then he whistled to himself and the worry was gone, so silently and quickly that it seemed he was taking no notice of it.

In the relative quiet, he had been keeping a silent watch on the dormitory. Now he saw the door open, not inviting but to let someone escape, and she was waving. Then he whistled his appreciation and set up a camera with his fingers. Seeing the dark sky, particularly such a starry one, had been calming. He hoped very much that other good things would happen.

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[phantomcloud]

Miyume blushed at Mirai's response to what she was wearing. It seemed her semi-frantic texting to Shizuru for advice had paid off. Of course, she'd had to borrow the short black skirt from a girl down the hall but she'd had an appropriately lacy blouse to go with it. After far too much deliberating, she left the top two buttons undone and put on a silver cross pendant she'd been given during her last hospital stay. She was wearing a pair of pearl stud earrings and had pulled her hair back from her face, fastening it with a hairclip designed to look like a seashell.

Miyume had done her make-up a little differently as well, looking up some cosmetic tips online. Even though it'd been her first time, it'd come out well. She looked a little more mature, she thought, though whether it was because of the make-up job or her expression, she couldn't be sure.

"I'm glad you like it," she said modestly, not quite able to keep the shyness completely out of her tone. "Are you ready to go?"

Sometime Later:

[burningbow]

It was later now, with one or two drinks already empty on the table before Mirai and Miyume, who sat in an alcove staring around. It felt so quiet where they were, but out on the floor there was music, and a whole crowd of swirling lithe dancers who were in the darkness too much to be seen clearly. And since Mirai was one of those guys who liked to sit and watch, he was looking out at those he could spot - pink spotlights making it hard - like a predator sizing out prey to call its own.

He was leaning back in the couch, his brow narrowed in thought and he was trying not to pay attention to anybody but the girl sitting next to him. Though with the way his head was turning, it was clear there was very much to see indeed.