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Voicemail (Cerealia)
This is Kuzuryuu Fuyuhiko. Obviously, I'm not here right now, so leave a message and maybe I'll get back to you later if it's not something stupid.
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It's not important, I shouldn't have brought it up.
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...t-that's him, yeah. But...it is important! Cause since you know what he looks like, if he ever does come here for real...
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[With a snuffle, Mabel rubs at her nose with her sleeve. And then she looks back up at Kuzuryuu.]
...they better show up. It's very irresponsible leaving a twelve year old girl here all alone after all! Pretty sure mom and dad would be upset with them both!
[Trying to lighten the mood a little, even if that makes her sad saying that out loud. Because now she's got that big two bedroom apartment all to herself...what is she supposed to do with that? God now there's suddenly a lot of things she has to think and worry about with him gone.]
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[Okay he knows he can't just leave it at that because that does exactly nothing to cheer a person up. What can he do instead that's better for that...]
Here, come walk with me for a bit.
[He'll turn and take a step in the opposite direction, but not quite moving away until he's sure Mabel is following him.]
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[It takes nothing at all to get her to follow, moving to actually catch up with Kuzuryuu even. So at least she's not so upset that she's willing to just walk behind him, that's a good sign. Not all that talkative yet though.]
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In here. [He pulls open the door, attempting to usher Mabel inside. It's kind of dimly lit inside, but it has a surprisingly cozy atmosphere in spite of this fact. And due to the very small number of staff and patrons inside, it's fairly quiet inside too. But the desserts in the display case at the counter look really good! And judging by the display boards, there's no shortage of drinks to try.]
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Despite this though, it's easy to usher her inside, eyes just looking all around. At the tables, at the lights, at the desserts case and the display boards. Not straying too far away from his side though.]
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Order anything you want, I've got it.
[Hot drinks are good for feeling better, yes? Yes. Something sweet doesn't hurt either.]
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Anything? Are you sure?
[Okay, usually people just ask her if she wants this or that and she's okay with that. But being told she can get anything is different.]
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Wouldn't have said it if I wasn't.
[Yup, anything.]
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After a moment she's decided, letting go of his pants to approach the counter more fully and give the cashier her order. Hot chocolate sounds good, yes. With whipped cream, yes please! Annnd one of those really big, delicious looking strawberry parfaits! Just as the second item leaves her mouth though, it's followed by a, "wait," and she turns to look back at her friend.]
Is it okay if I get both?
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Yeah, go ahead.
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Wanna go pick a seat?
[Meanwhile, he'll pay for this and presumably bring it over once they've prepared everything.]
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But alright, gonna go pick a seat! It takes a few moments, because it's gotta be juuuust the right seat...oh! This cute little table looks perfect over here. Out of the way, cozy against a wall, perfect! And when he reaches the table with all the goodies, she's quick to take a sip of her hot chocolate.]
This is really good...thank you.
[That small smile from before persists because it's hard to be sad when you have sweet stuff to enjoy with a friend...]
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[Is he joking or is he serious, it's really kind of hard to tell from both his tone and his expression. He's probably serious though.]
And you're welcome.
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Nope, no need to do that! Though I guess I haven't tried the parfait yet, so maybe it's too soon to talk.
[Is she joking or se--nah it's easy to tell she's joking, even if she is going to try that immediately. Apparently the parfait is up to snuff though, judging by how Mabel's expression lights up.]
Wow! This is delicious! [And a few more happy bites following that.]
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Good.
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Wanna try some? You didn't get anything to eat.
[And also you were nice enough to get her something at all.]
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[She doesn't mind sharing! Though better change your mind pretty quick because that's probably going to be gone pretty quick.]
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[Definitely not going to change his mind since it has nothing to do with hunger and everything to do with not wanting to be stuck with stomach pains later. He takes another sip of tea.]
By the way...if you need anything, just give me a call, alright?
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The girl falls quiet at that, slowing down in her consuming of the parfait. It only lasts a moment, but she nods and sets the treat down, half finished.]
Okay.
[She fiddles with the hem of her sweater for a minute or so before looking up at Kuzuryuu.]
Um...do you mean anything anything...?
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[Nothing inappropriate, Mabel. He's not going to kiss you or let you grab his butt or anything weird like that.]
Why, did you think of something already?
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