[ dutifully he opens his arms for as many flowers as he must carry, offering mikazuki a quiet smile that fades quite easily. ]
At least we're unlikely to run out of flowers... [ he will help carry them to the cemetery, though as they walk. ] I just wish we didn't actually need them for this...
[thanks kaeya, jiji will once again give kaeya more flowers than he'll carry himself - but sheer volume means he's stuck with more than last time]
... you and I wish for the same. It would be nice, if we could simply admire them as they are, rather than pluck and deposit them at the graves of those departed.
Even for one such as myself, so used to death, there is something taxing about this place.
[ that's fine, he hugs them carefully to his chest. ]
The regularity with which people drop dead, how it's practically scheduled for some other entity's personal entertainment.
[ he looks down at these flowers as he walks. ]
You've had quite the week, Mikazuki... it always feels like one after one of those terrible adventures— [ he looks downwards at these flower and sharply turns to sneeze into his shoulder and NOT into the bouquet. ] Ugh.
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week 2, post-execution
mikazuki is once again gathering flowers into his arms in the courtyard. when he catches kaeya's eye, he smiles]
... might I be able to rely on you again?
[he has to carry more flowers every week, after all]
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[ dutifully he opens his arms for as many flowers as he must carry, offering mikazuki a quiet smile that fades quite easily. ]
At least we're unlikely to run out of flowers... [ he will help carry them to the cemetery, though as they walk. ] I just wish we didn't actually need them for this...
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... you and I wish for the same. It would be nice, if we could simply admire them as they are, rather than pluck and deposit them at the graves of those departed.
Even for one such as myself, so used to death, there is something taxing about this place.
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The regularity with which people drop dead, how it's practically scheduled for some other entity's personal entertainment.
[ he looks down at these flowers as he walks. ]
You've had quite the week, Mikazuki... it always feels like one after one of those terrible adventures— [ he looks downwards at these flower and sharply turns to sneeze into his shoulder and NOT into the bouquet. ] Ugh.
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Are you falling ill, Kaeya Alberich? Or if you possess an allergy suddenly, you might still change your course.
[he can handle a couple flowers on his own]
Shinobu Kocho will know better how to handle human repairs than I.