[ out of the people she's expecting when she opens the door, she certainly wasn't expecting hiyori -- not when she looks like she's been recently discharged from medbay. ]
Hiyori?
[ she blinks at the amount of snacks the other girlie has on hand. ]
Can I help you?
[ even though she already knows what hiyori is here for. at this point, most of her tears have dried up from crying nonstop, and there's only so much misery she can handle before her usual instinct to compartmentalize kicks in. still, she asks anyway. ]
[ yep, it's her. with a haircut, up above her shoulders, but her. some scars, nicked across her skin. the bag crinkles as she grips it tighter at ishmael's face. there's no hiding the heartache and it slams into hiyori's gut like a punch. she has to take another breath. ]
Ishmael, hi. I wanted to - [ make sure you're okay. but how could she be? because she has to? what's the real reason? ]
I wanted to hang out with you a bit, if that's okay?
[ ... ]
I brought alcohol. [ hiyori blurts, lifting the bag, before a blush overtakes her face. ] W-well, I brought more than that. All kinds of snacks and I've made it a personal mission of mine to introduce milk tea to as many people as I can.
[ thank the wings she didn't go ahead with that initial question, because ishmael would've slammed the door right into her face. the last thing she wants right now is being asked the most obvious of questions. none of them is okay? especially hiyori, who is probably the most normal person ishmael knows.
sometimes ishmael envies her for that.
her lips purse together, still uncertain, until hiyori brings up milk tea. ]
I've already had milk tea before. [ she was the one who introduced it to wriothesley, even. ] And I think mixing that with alcohol is just asking for trouble. Not because it might be bad for you, but because it might taste bad.
[ ...
she then opens the door a little wider. ] Come in.
[ crying, i really should make a page describing what her room looks like by now. basically it's rather tidy for someone who's been grieving nonstop, though it's thanks to her roomba that's been doing the heavy-lifting around here. her bed is a total mess though, and her desk is filled with various trinkets -- jewelry, flowers, hair accessories -- all scattered about, like she's debating on what to do with them.
[ you know, that would've been fair. hiyori herself can't picture slamming the door in someone's face but she definitely would've thought something along the lines of "of course, I'm not okay?"
luckily, normalyori can read a room.
alcohol and milk tea, eugh. she can't help but make a small face at the idea before huffing an amused noise. ]
Sounds like a stomachache and a long night in the bathroom.
[ CURDLING MILK AEUGH!!!!
at the invitation, hiyori heads in and tries not to look around but she does. it's okay, i don't have a page of hiyori's room either although I ALSO SHOULD. she's somewhat relieved to see she has been taking care of herself. a little. thanks, roombachan. a messed bed is understandable. the desk, too, reminds her of a broken shrine she piled on the surface of her own desk to try and put back together for her god so he wouldn't disappear.
she drops herself down into the chair and idk PULLS THE BOOZE OUT. good place to start, right?? GETTING DRUNK. does she have cups? if not, don't worry hiyori brought red solos. red yolos. ]
Those are pretty... [ she gestures to the jewelry and hair accessories and flowers on her desk. ]
[ BRO I KEEP GETTING DISTRACTED but i gotta write that up when i finally get around to it, cries
it's really like most other rooms, tbh. nothing too special except the gifts she'd gotten from various cr over the months. she walks over to said desk, smiling wistfully at hiyori's compliment. ]
...Thanks. Um. These are actually gifts. From him.
[ she's suddenly a little embarrassed now, help. especially when she's been rereading the poem he sent her a few months ago. gotta snatch those up quick before hiyori can steal a glance. ]
I usually like drinking on the floor. Come join me.
[ just gonna sit on the floor then, legs crossed together while grabbing one of the bottles of alcohol hiyori got. what kind did she bring, anyway? ]
from him. from wriothesley, no doubt. nobody else could make ishmael smile like that, huh. though she IS startled at how quick she snatches up the poems (please wtf help he was writing her french love poems i CAN'T!!!!!!)
with no argument, hiyori moves from the chair and onto the floor by ishmael.
the wine is red. looks a bit expensive, like hiyori spent a pretty krypto or two on it. it was ereshkigal and hers favorite one night when they watched movies and drank wine together. the other is a harder liquor. spiced rum, high proof. it'll get the job done quick and easy.
in any case, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. but she gets it. personal stuff. ]
How did you end up liking drinking on the floor?
[ while she asks, she pulls snacks out of her bag. using it as a makeshift plate to pile them on. pretty much anything you can think of when it comes to Japanese junk food and convenience store snacks, it's here. from savory to sweet to spicy. thanks, yato. ]
[ HE'S ROMANTIC LIKE THAT... sniffles.............
and wow, that stuff does look fancy. too fancy, coming from a girl-next-door like hiyori. ishmael would've pegged her as a soju girl and she probably would've liked to add some yakult into it for a little kick but!! too late for that. maybe next time ish will show her. ]
Eh, it just kind of happened. I ended up drinking on the floor here with a couple of friends, so it became some sort of a tradition now.
[ she pops the red wine open and -- hold on, she's going to grab some mugs from her desk and hand one to hiyori before pouring them both a shotful. ]
Cheers. [ her smile is muted, like she's forcing it. but what's not to smile with a girl and a couple of drinks in their hands? ]
ishmael might never guess hiyori grew up rich, then. well, hiyori herself didn't consider herself rich. it was her family's money. or that she didn't start drinking until recently. show her some good drinks, though. like most noobs, she has no idea what she likes.
drinking fancy red wine out of mugs? hell yeah. ]
Cheers! [ it's okay. it's not much a cheerful time for her, but that's why she's here. ]
I like it. [ about drinking on the floor. though the wine IS pretty good, too. dry but fruity. a lot of good tanin that lingers on the tongue. there are some steamed meat buns she pulls out and peels the paper back, offering one to ishmael. ] If you tip over from drinking too much, the fall isn't as bad.
... Drinking wine out of a mug seems a lot safer, too. Last time, I spilled. Or maybe I should use one of those sippy cups... with the lids and straw...
[ that got her to laugh a bit. hiyori's own experiences with death aside, she's so achingly normal compared to her. it's a little jarring sometimes. ]
In that case, ditch the wine and its fancy glasses and drink the stronger stuff like rum. No one's going to judge you for slamming your mug on the counter after draining it all in one gulp. That's how the sailors do it.
[ one day ish will tell her how she used to drink them by the barrel-fuls. it's insane. but it does make her think of her old mates who had died, so. lmao. she knocks back her drink and leans back against the bed. ]
You should've just taken me out drinking, actually.
[ her laughter is followed by hiyori's. life's better when you can laugh at yourself, huh? or when you can laugh, period.
she is normal. painfully so and that isn't lost on her. compared to even someone like ishmael, but having someone totally normal and grounded can be a good thing. ]
Oooh!! That reminds me of the drinking games I used to see all the time during college. I saw Bekuhai the most. It was the fastest way to get drunk...
[ which. makes sense why it reminds her. DRUNK COLLEGE PEOPLE AND SAILORS. same thing, right? jk
hiyori drinks slower because she's a little lightweight. she smiles, only a touch sad. ]
Mm. I should've. Next time? [ after POLE DANCING. ] But what about playing one of those drinking games now? I know a two-player one.
[ NO U RIGHT THE ROWDINESS IS PRACTICALLY THE SAME and ishmael did go to college once upon a time...
anyway, no time for doom and gloom. not when hiyori tried oh so hard to get to this point despite everything she herself had gone through last month. ]
Oh? Sure. Just warning you in advance though: I'm a heavyweight, so I usually go a little hard when it comes to drinking.
[ but she'll take it easy to make it fair for the both of them. ]
truth is? as much as this is for ishmael, hiyori wanting to check in on her and spend some time with her, it's not all for her. it's to distract herself from those very things she went through. if she thinks of others, she doesn't have to think about herself.
NO TIME, THOUGH. ]
Heheeeeh, that's fine. I like a challenge. I may be a lightweight, but I'm not going down that easy.
[ good thing they're on the ground badum tsh
she leans over, grabbing something out of the bag. it's three pairs of chopsticks and she passes over three to ish. ]
It's called Hashiken. We each get three chopsticks.
[ HIYORI EXPLAINS THE RULES OF HASHIKEN I AM NOT WRITING THIS OUT IM SORRY ]
and so does ish!! sounds like very easy game to play, actually. give her a minute to stand up and go to her desk to retrieve some hair sticks, then handing one-half of them to hiyori. she don't got chopsticks here, so they'll have to improvise. ]
These will do for now.
[ she takes her place back on the floor, fist at the ready for rock-paper-scissors. ]
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Hiyori?
[ she blinks at the amount of snacks the other girlie has on hand. ]
Can I help you?
[ even though she already knows what hiyori is here for. at this point, most of her tears have dried up from crying nonstop, and there's only so much misery she can handle before her usual instinct to compartmentalize kicks in. still, she asks anyway. ]
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Ishmael, hi. I wanted to - [ make sure you're okay. but how could she be? because she has to? what's the real reason? ]
I wanted to hang out with you a bit, if that's okay?
[ ... ]
I brought alcohol. [ hiyori blurts, lifting the bag, before a blush overtakes her face. ] W-well, I brought more than that. All kinds of snacks and I've made it a personal mission of mine to introduce milk tea to as many people as I can.
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sometimes ishmael envies her for that.
her lips purse together, still uncertain, until hiyori brings up milk tea. ]
I've already had milk tea before. [ she was the one who introduced it to wriothesley, even. ] And I think mixing that with alcohol is just asking for trouble. Not because it might be bad for you, but because it might taste bad.
[ ...
she then opens the door a little wider. ] Come in.
[ crying, i really should make a page describing what her room looks like by now. basically it's rather tidy for someone who's been grieving nonstop, though it's thanks to her roomba that's been doing the heavy-lifting around here. her bed is a total mess though, and her desk is filled with various trinkets -- jewelry, flowers, hair accessories -- all scattered about, like she's debating on what to do with them.
she gestures to an empty chair. ]
You can sit here.
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luckily, normalyori can read a room.
alcohol and milk tea, eugh. she can't help but make a small face at the idea before huffing an amused noise. ]
Sounds like a stomachache and a long night in the bathroom.
[ CURDLING MILK AEUGH!!!!
at the invitation, hiyori heads in and tries not to look around but she does. it's okay, i don't have a page of hiyori's room either although I ALSO SHOULD. she's somewhat relieved to see she has been taking care of herself. a little. thanks, roombachan. a messed bed is understandable. the desk, too, reminds her of a broken shrine she piled on the surface of her own desk to try and put back together for her god so he wouldn't disappear.
she drops herself down into the chair and idk PULLS THE BOOZE OUT. good place to start, right?? GETTING DRUNK. does she have cups? if not, don't worry hiyori brought red solos. red yolos. ]
Those are pretty... [ she gestures to the jewelry and hair accessories and flowers on her desk. ]
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it's really like most other rooms, tbh. nothing too special except the gifts she'd gotten from various cr over the months. she walks over to said desk, smiling wistfully at hiyori's compliment. ]
...Thanks. Um. These are actually gifts. From him.
[ she's suddenly a little embarrassed now, help. especially when she's been rereading the poem he sent her a few months ago. gotta snatch those up quick before hiyori can steal a glance. ]
I usually like drinking on the floor. Come join me.
[ just gonna sit on the floor then, legs crossed together while grabbing one of the bottles of alcohol hiyori got. what kind did she bring, anyway? ]
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from him. from wriothesley, no doubt. nobody else could make ishmael smile like that, huh. though she IS startled at how quick she snatches up the poems (please wtf help he was writing her french love poems i CAN'T!!!!!!)
with no argument, hiyori moves from the chair and onto the floor by ishmael.
the wine is red. looks a bit expensive, like hiyori spent a pretty krypto or two on it. it was ereshkigal and hers favorite one night when they watched movies and drank wine together. the other is a harder liquor. spiced rum, high proof. it'll get the job done quick and easy.
in any case, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. but she gets it. personal stuff. ]
How did you end up liking drinking on the floor?
[ while she asks, she pulls snacks out of her bag. using it as a makeshift plate to pile them on. pretty much anything you can think of when it comes to Japanese junk food and convenience store snacks, it's here. from savory to sweet to spicy. thanks, yato. ]
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and wow, that stuff does look fancy. too fancy, coming from a girl-next-door like hiyori. ishmael would've pegged her as a soju girl and she probably would've liked to add some yakult into it for a little kick but!! too late for that. maybe next time ish will show her. ]
Eh, it just kind of happened. I ended up drinking on the floor here with a couple of friends, so it became some sort of a tradition now.
[ she pops the red wine open and -- hold on, she's going to grab some mugs from her desk and hand one to hiyori before pouring them both a shotful. ]
Cheers. [ her smile is muted, like she's forcing it. but what's not to smile with a girl and a couple of drinks in their hands? ]
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ishmael might never guess hiyori grew up rich, then. well, hiyori herself didn't consider herself rich. it was her family's money. or that she didn't start drinking until recently. show her some good drinks, though. like most noobs, she has no idea what she likes.
drinking fancy red wine out of mugs? hell yeah. ]
Cheers! [ it's okay. it's not much a cheerful time for her, but that's why she's here. ]
I like it. [ about drinking on the floor. though the wine IS pretty good, too. dry but fruity. a lot of good tanin that lingers on the tongue. there are some steamed meat buns she pulls out and peels the paper back, offering one to ishmael. ] If you tip over from drinking too much, the fall isn't as bad.
... Drinking wine out of a mug seems a lot safer, too. Last time, I spilled. Or maybe I should use one of those sippy cups... with the lids and straw...
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In that case, ditch the wine and its fancy glasses and drink the stronger stuff like rum. No one's going to judge you for slamming your mug on the counter after draining it all in one gulp. That's how the sailors do it.
[ one day ish will tell her how she used to drink them by the barrel-fuls. it's insane. but it does make her think of her old mates who had died, so. lmao. she knocks back her drink and leans back against the bed. ]
You should've just taken me out drinking, actually.
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she is normal. painfully so and that isn't lost on her. compared to even someone like ishmael, but having someone totally normal and grounded can be a good thing. ]
Oooh!! That reminds me of the drinking games I used to see all the time during college. I saw Bekuhai the most. It was the fastest way to get drunk...
[ which. makes sense why it reminds her. DRUNK COLLEGE PEOPLE AND SAILORS. same thing, right? jk
hiyori drinks slower because she's a little lightweight. she smiles, only a touch sad. ]
Mm. I should've. Next time? [ after POLE DANCING. ] But what about playing one of those drinking games now? I know a two-player one.
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anyway, no time for doom and gloom. not when hiyori tried oh so hard to get to this point despite everything she herself had gone through last month. ]
Oh? Sure. Just warning you in advance though: I'm a heavyweight, so I usually go a little hard when it comes to drinking.
[ but she'll take it easy to make it fair for the both of them. ]
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truth is? as much as this is for ishmael, hiyori wanting to check in on her and spend some time with her, it's not all for her. it's to distract herself from those very things she went through. if she thinks of others, she doesn't have to think about herself.
NO TIME, THOUGH. ]
Heheeeeh, that's fine. I like a challenge. I may be a lightweight, but I'm not going down that easy.
[ good thing they're on the ground badum tsh
she leans over, grabbing something out of the bag. it's three pairs of chopsticks and she passes over three to ish. ]
It's called Hashiken. We each get three chopsticks.
[ HIYORI EXPLAINS THE RULES OF HASHIKEN I AM NOT WRITING THIS OUT IM SORRY ]
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and so does ish!! sounds like very easy game to play, actually. give her a minute to stand up and go to her desk to retrieve some hair sticks, then handing one-half of them to hiyori. she don't got chopsticks here, so they'll have to improvise. ]
These will do for now.
[ she takes her place back on the floor, fist at the ready for rock-paper-scissors. ]
Ready? Rock-paper--