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It was 7:50PM. Teru had gotten bored of studying and broke it up with his nightly stretches—he had decided it was going to be an early night to bed. He had already decided he was going to sign up for the next basketball roster and it was offseason practice time.

As it turned out, he couldn’t tolerate a lack of things to do after school for long.

Cooling down from his trunk rotations with some Kamizawa Water, he checked his phone and paused mid-sip. There were a few notifications from Mob that he opened right away. There were a few pictures of what was undoubtedly the long-awaited kaiseki meal…though they were a bit blurry. Oh, one was actually decent in quality. There was also a blurred person in the background of one without much food—even with the lack of clarity it looked like they weren’t expecting to be caught on camera. Had he meant to send that one, let alone take it? Oh well, didn’t matter.

that mukōzuke Send.

( ੭ ˘ ³˘)੭‎°。⋆♡‧₊˚ Send.

divine looking Send.

Date: 2023-11-07 09:28 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] mp_npc
"I'm going to be hosting an art show in the fall. I'd be pleased if you and Mob-kun could stay here again and see it. We'd waive the stay for you if you could."

Date: 2023-11-08 01:48 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mp_strikinglyblessed
"Consider us there. But first..." Reigen reached into his interior breast pocket for a business card--he had this one specially readied for Asa. He extended it to her. "I'll be looking forward to your official invitation in the mail."

When Mob was finally free of his second kitty skin, they departed. When it was just the two of them, Reigen sighed and said it was for no reason in particular.

He'd have to reach into his own pocket for Mob's pay. ...Well. That's just how nice of a guy he was, right?

Date: 2023-11-08 05:51 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] mp_npc
Asa watched as the train left, letting her gaze linger for a long time as it disappeared behind the horizon. She looked down at the card and turned it around.

“Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, which we ascribe to Heaven” was scribbled on the back.

When Asa looked up again, she smiled.

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