exsiliumlogs | i guess it could be worse

Date & Time: Yesterday evening-ish
Location: Room 701
Characters: Haruto, Nitoh, Oriko
Summary: Oriko comes down with a case of the annoying wizards
Warnings: Oriko + Haruto + Nitoh = everybody hit the deck. (In all seriousness, Haruto's depression, Oriko's everything, and Nitoh's mayonnaise.)

Upon hearing that his room was no longer accessible, he'd been upset. Upon finding out he'd been reassigned, and that--moreover--the room was full, now, he'd been disgruntled, though it probably couldn't be any worse than having Nitoh a semi-permanent figure in his social life at this point. So he takes his new key, and he climbs the stairs, glad that at least he's not in temporary housing any more. He knows the stories of the seventh floor, which means his step is ginger as he turns into the hallway, but he's summoned up his cool by the time he finds the door and inserts the key in the lock, since there haven't been any ghost sightings.

"Hi," he says, stepping out of his shoes and making his way inside. He hadn't exactly hurried his way to the complex this morning--he didn't think he was first.

"I brought doughnuts," he offers, in case that's a concern.

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Nitoh flails off to the side, otherwise unable to rise over his own center of balance. He manages to get off without too much trouble, though. And without spilling his tea too much. He sucks the side of his hand, which is slightly scalded. "Yeah, it wouldn't be a bad idea to go home," he muses. Back to the old grind of phantoms, but at least he'd feel like he was doing something.

Then Haruto's snarky comment makes it to him and he scowls. "Hey, I'm as fit as I've ever been, you're just jealous!" He pats his stomach. "C'mon this is tight as anything. I'm not the one who eats nothing but donuts!"

"Is that it? I suppose, scientifically, that would be sensible."

She'll have to make sure Kirika never gets wind of that: She eats enough sugar as is already. Better than burning through soul.

"Surely having access to the training facilities is enough to work off a few donuts, don't you think? I'll ask you for advice now that I'm not a active as I once was."

In exchange, perhaps, for keeping things in order beyond these antics. A compulsion to keep the furniture safe is short-lived in her. It's not Father's.

"I'd like to know how that works for a real magician."

"Ow--owowow, Nitoh--" Haruto hisses and grumbles until Nitoh's weight is off, and wiggles away from him for good measure, sipping at his tea so the part threatening to slip over any time he so much as moved was gone. There, that was better.

"Training dummies only give so much satisfaction," Haruto says, "but I'm sure we can think of some exercise." It wasn't that long ago that he was training every day, for less violent pursuits. "Or you could let Nitoh take you on a hike. I hear he's good at those," he adds, more lightly.

He purses his lips indignantly at the grumbles, and then swoops around to sit cross-legged on the floor with his tea in hand. "Yeah! Come on a hike with me! I guess the nature is kind of dangerous and full of... radiation... I figured out. But I bet we could do some urban hiking. I'm better at that anyway."

Edited 2013-06-07 07:15 (UTC)

"Urban hiking, is it? I'm not familiar at all, but I suppose it couldn't hurt."

The magical girl inclination to stand on rooftops in the middle of the night notwithstanding; she doubts that has anything to do with hiking of any sort at all.

But it would be nice to get to know the city with at least some of the same caring and understanding she had for her hometown. She sips at her tea, eyebrows lifting in curiosity (and a bit of good-natured needling).

"Would you recommend it, Mr. Souma? Or since you're rivals, does that mean I will one day have to take sides?"

i guess it could be worse

but will u still be thinking about nitoh's butt? (we all know the answer)

who deleted the notif for this was it me (spoilers: it was me)

wtg shay

paps shay

weeps openly