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Obviously the two of you need to sleep.

Obviously.

peace offering

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Mistel lost track of time when he found himself daydreaming the day away. He often wondered about numerous things– what if he left the city permanently and dedicated himself to hunting and collecting old treasures? It certainly wouldn’t be boring, but to constantly move about, never in the same place, never with the same people– it left a bad taste in his mouth. While he did enjoy travelling every now and then, the feeling of going back home somewhere was still different. Sure, he might be living alone, but to at least know there was something permanent and stable around was good enough. To have a home and shop for himself– that was his only certainty. Losing that meant losing everything.

He heard the familiar chime when the doors of his shop opened and someone walked in. He opened an eye to take a peak on who it was, unable to trust himself when he recognizes who it was. This must have been a dream, he thinks. He was too caught up in his thoughts that he must have fallen asleep after some time and here he was now, dreaming of things he wished would happen in reality.

He didn’t speak or move. Rather, he closed his eyes again, refusing to indulge in this illusion his mind was giving him. Only when he felt someone sit beside did he find himself feeling a little more conscious– it felt real yet a lie, at the same time. Slowly, ever so slowly, he started falling to the side, aiming to lean on the shoulder of the supposed illusion. He didn’t fall all the way to the couch and for sure, he was leaning on someone. Perhaps, it was all part of a dream. Perhaps, he was just being hopeful.

Mistel didn’t speak and continue to keep his eyes shut, wondering when the ridiculous dream would end as he continued to lean on her.

「 ❀ 」–  How strange it was to be welcomed by this sort of scenario. Mistel was a person who worked hard; a trait they both shared. She did not expect for him to be sleeping at this hour but considering how outdated she was of his life, perhaps he was too exhausted these days? She feels strange not knowing why for once upon a time, they have both been aware of what was happening in each other’s lives despite living in different places. As she took a sip from her cup of tea, she feels as though she was swallowing guilt as well. It tasted awful

                She felt movement, and no sooner than that, she felt a head being rested on her shoulders. Reina blinks once and turns her head, noticing how he was still asleep. Again, she couldn’t help but notice how peaceful he looked when he wasn’t awake and berating her. Then again, he looked devoid of any actual feelings when he was like this and that didn’t sit well with her. 

               “How have you been?” she found herself whispering to him as she adjusts his head on her shoulder so as he wouldn’t fall. She truly was curious. It was strange to be in the same place as him without actually being on the same page. He knows she had to leave so suddenly, but was clueless as to why she had to. And as for her, all she knows is he’s continued living here. 

              “I never did say good bye properly, did I?” Again, she speaks to the sleeping Mistel in whispers, aware she wouldn’t be able to say much if he happened to be awake. She had no right to, and surely, he’d be going on and on about her poor choices in her actions. Not that she was ever one to take his insults and judgement to heart, but to actually be hated... she wasn’t sure if she was ready to hear that just yet. Taking another sip of her tea, Reina looks away from the sleeping Mistel and quietly whispers, “I’m sorry.”

A Daydream Away || Mistel & Reina

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Months have passed since Mistel finally got around to tending a business of his own. Gone were the days he’d settle for lowly jobs and the eventual shady buy-and-sell. He actually has credibility now as a vendor and collector and he couldn’t be more proud– that is, if he could actually brag about it. Months passed, and he was still in the same old rut that he was from before. The only family he has, gone. Most of his so called friends, happier without him. Perhaps it was about time to get a cat? They were cute, loyal and frankly had no choice but to stick around.

Mistel stared at the cup of tea he was having as he sat at the red velvet couch in his shop. It was a slow afternoon, but it didn’t matter. Just earlier he sold a big piece to a passing collector. That called for a celebration– he raises his tea up to no one in particular and takes his time to drink the imported tea.

What a celebration. Woo hoo. Hurrah.

Mistel placed the tea down and proceeded to stare blankly at his empty store. Not a soul around. “Pffft.” He scoffs at this inevitable predicament and leans back on the couch, making himself comfortable as he drowns himself in the music playing in the shop. It was warm today. His eyes felt heavier than usual. He found himself imagining certain people suddenly passing by the area and thinking how it would be nice to pay the most dashing gentleman in the city a visit. He was due for some company. Even that annoying rancher made good company sometimes.

The blond lover of antiquities closed his eyes and got lost in a daydream.

「 ❀ 」–  It felt like a long time since she saw the city where she grew up in. Months of being research and here she was, back with more knowledge and material she could ever ask for. She occupied numerous journals full of her findings and all that was left was to document it all into a paper she can submit and present to others.

                But, after months of working hard, she feels as though the next step wasn’t meant to be rushed. She had time to relax. She can compile everything wherever she pleases-- and her choice led her here, to the city she left months ago. She had no place to turn to. Her apartment from before was most likely already occupied, and her belongings back then were given away to a trusted friend. A friend she hasn’t seen or heard from ever since she left.

                There was guilt somewhere in her mind. Guilt that only worsened when she remembered seeing the message on her phone when she settled in an inn during her travels. He wanted a personal goodbye-- he visited her but she wasn’t there. Reina wondered if he really did go, considering she never replied, perhaps he didn’t? She could have replied back then and apologized, but she didn’t. Perhaps he hated her now.

                To worry about that now as she makes her way to his antique shop made her anxious. Mistel wasn’t one to sugarcoat his words. And if he truly was angry with her, she was sure he wouldn’t hesitate to voice it out in that passive-aggressive way of his. Reina wasn’t entirely sure how to go about it, but she heads in the shop, dragging her heavy backpack with her. She should have went with an inn first, but this was her first stop for the day. A long, overdue apology had to be made.

                Looking at the counter, there was no one there. Strange. She was sure the shop sign said it was open. Carefully placing her backpack down near the door, Reina ventured around. Perhaps he was in the other room and she could just wait in--

            There rested on the couch was Mistel with his eyes closed. An afternoon nap, perhaps? He must have been awfully tired if he chose to nap during work hours. On a couch, no less. Reina walked towards him and sat beside, wondering if it was right to wake him up. He looked peaceful.

                She chose to be quiet as she sat beside the blond, her eyes set on the table in front. Tea. He always did like serving his guests some tea, always prepared with a fresh batch should he have some company around. Seeing as he was resting, Reina poured herself her own cup and started to relax, words still failing to form in her head should Mistel wake up right now.

A Daydream Away || Mistel & Reina

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「 ❀ 」–  There was no one in her apartment anymore. It was an impulsive move to drop everything and leave, but her research was finally getting somewhere. Her sources confirmed what she had been studying along and if she followed her instincts and carry on with her research, she might just be able to publish a finding of a life time.

                 However, it meant leaving behind a home she has barely got the time to get used to yet. Just when she was starting to feel a little less lonely, and a lot better about her independence in the city, she had to leave it all behind. Soon, too. If she didn’t chase after it as soon as she can, someone else might come along to claim what was hers. And so, with barely enough time for goodbyes, she left, only managing a note for a friend who had kept her company all this time.

              Perhaps in letters they can talk again? Ah– but this time around, she won’t be staying in one place. There was no university address or a dorm, she’d be constantly on the move. Reina hardly felt like her presence or lack of presence would affect the vintage collector in the first place… so she felt no guilt when she finished her packing. She had limited things to bring, and her priority was her research materials and survival pack.

                 Stored away at the bottom of her luggage was her phone, with messages that never reached her.  – 「 ❀ 」

A man can only take so much before he can take a hint– clearly, he was an easy target of people who had a fondness of leaving him behind with absolutely no disregard of his feelings whatsoever. Then again, he was in no place to expect as this was a common occurrence. His parents were gone. His sister, living her life away from him. His friends were the type to come and go. And even the person who he thought was lonelier than him– one that relied on his company– casually left without so much as a proper good bye.

He stood there at an empty apartment, wondering why he bothered investing his time with people anyway. His phone was constantly dialling a number that refused to pick up, and by the time evening came, his battery already died. 

Shrugging the frustrations off, Mistel left and headed home, a bitter taste in his mouth. 

#mistel:goodbye #ac:mistel

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In an envelope with the words “Mistel Amaranth” written at the back contains two things. One was 3000G. The other, was a short note.

“Mistel,

I’ll be leaving again. As for how long I’m… not very sure. You’re saving for a home, correct? I’ll be leaving you with my furniture and some money to help in your home. Expect them to be delivered some time today, although i’m not quite sure if you’d enjoy the surplus of plants.

Please take care of them for me. And yourself, too.

-R. R.”

…Mistel was too confused when he found himself bombarded with plants and boxed furniture as soon as he gets home. He did not order anything, as far as he remembers. It was only when he found Reina’s letter did things become clear, and he wasn’t even sure if he should be thankful.

She was going to leave.

”…”

[ to Reina: ] By all means, go. But, should you ever find yourself back in Altelia, don’t bother with a letter. You know where to find me.

[ to Reina: ] And, you didn’t leave yet, did you? I expect a personal good bye, not these horrid plants.

[ to Reina: ] I’m coming over.

「 ❀ 」–  There was no one in her apartment anymore. It was an impulsive move to drop everything and leave, but her research was finally getting somewhere. Her sources confirmed what she had been studying along and if she followed her instincts and carry on with her research, she might just be able to publish a finding of a life time.

                  However, it meant leaving behind a home she has barely got the time to get used to yet. Just when she was starting to feel a little less lonely, and a lot better about her independence in the city, she had to leave it all behind. Soon, too. If she didn't chase after it as soon as she can, someone else might come along to claim what was hers. And so, with barely enough time for goodbyes, she left, only managing a note for a friend who had kept her company all this time. 

                   Perhaps in letters they can talk again? Ah-- but this time around, she won’t be staying in one place. There was no university address or a dorm, she'd be constantly on the move. Reina hardly felt like her presence or lack of presence would affect the vintage collector in the first place... so she felt no guilt when she finished her packing. She had limited things to bring, and her priority was her research materials and survival pack.

                   Stored away at the bottom of her luggage was her phone, with messages that never reached her.  – 「 ❀ 」

#{ have some drama instead of a good bye ~ } #ac:mistel #mistel:goodbye

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「 ❀ 」– Apartment Page Added  – 「 ❀ 」

#ac:house

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#ac:muse #hobbies~

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#ac:masquerade #ac:chatzy #ac:mistel

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「 activity check 」

「 ❀ 」– Reina received her check from working at Konohana Restaurant, and a generous amount of tips.

             「 ❀ 」 Made 8 Posts + 2000 G              「 ❀ 」 Updated Bio, Diary and Documents + 1500 G              「 ❀ 」 20+ Posts Bonus + 2000 G

Reina opted to save for a house of her own, but decided to save money for now and buy furniture instead.  – 「 ❀ 」

               「 ❀ 」 Bought Mystery Furniture Pack - 5000 G

「 ❀ 」– Previous Balance: 2,600 G      – 「 ❀ 」 「 ❀ 」– New Balance: 3,100 G              – 「 ❀ 」

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「 ❀ 」–  "...what?” Reina hadn’t been reading the newspaper for long, often times skipping it. Today, however, she decides to catch up on what she had missed. Instead of being enlightened about recent happenings, she found herself quickly losing interest in the morning paper when she caught her name in one of the... gossip?

                   She knew no one by the name of Sonja. She had no reason to fight her, even if she does refuse to pay the bill. But, should this gossip be true and the person does indeed eat at Konohana and hope to leave without spending a single G, she’ll have to do something about that. Her lovely but incredibly intimidating boss Ina would not take it too kindly to find out she had customers like that. Kind as she was inside, it was bad business to have people thinking it was perfectly okay to walk out freely after pulling a stunt like that. Hopefully, it was just a lie. It’s gossip, after all. – 「 ❀ 」

Why does Reina want to fight with Sonja so badly? Is it because Sonja walked out of Konohana Restaurant without paying the bill?

#ac:gossip

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Shutterbug「 Nina 」

「 ❀ 」–  Taking photographs has always been Reina’s least favorite part of her research-- not that she hated it, no. But for the most part, she’d rather sit down and sketch what she sees instead of resulting to a quick replication. Still, she fully understands that botanical photography was not for the art, but for the accurate and exact capture of a specimen. After all, how can she distinguish one from the other if she lacked proof of their differences?

                   Crouched beside the Goddess Spring, Reina takes the time to marvel at the flora that seemed to bloom around the spring. It had more life than others, and was notably more beautiful. Reina knew better than to pluck some of the flowers out for her to further study, so instead, she results to capturing a photo of it. She takes out her digital camera, readying it for the shot. It wasn’t the best in the business, and she should have bought a better camera for macro photography, but even a digital camera would do. So long as they can do macro well, Reina wasn’t complaining. 

                   As she takes the picture, she could hear someone behind her, possibly here to visit the spring as well. Reina chooses to focus on the task at hand, busying herself with capturing the snow white flowers.

flowerynina – 「 ❀ 」

#ac:nina #nina:shutterbug #{ late but here you go! } #{ aye aye. fellow plant enthusiast~ }

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Beauty 😍

#tools of the trade #ac:muse

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Journal Entry「 August 8th 」

「 ✎ 」–  How contradicting it was to speak of not attending the ball during her first diary entry for the vintage notebook she decided to use as a journal-slash-diary and then write about it on the second entry. Decisions were made at the last minute, and here she was, writing in the wee hours of the morning after waking up, feeling thirsty.

                   Before she started the day, she opens up her diary and starts writing about the events that unfolded the night before.

「 ✎ 」–  In the end, I went to the Masquerade Ball, not because I was suddenly inspired to go, but because my parents insisted that I do. I miss hearing from them. Even if it was just through a call, I could hear how tired they were. It was a bad habit of theirs to prioritize work above their own well-being, but so long as they didn’t do anything rash, I... see no reason to worry. I’m the same, after all.

                 As for the ball itself, I thankfully did not look too out of place. According to a friend of mine, I looked fine? Cute, even. afsfsfsijriowjfs I admit to liking the floral design a lot... the tulle aqua dress was very soft to the touch, lacy as well. I wish I could say the same for the mask. It was beautiful, but itchy. Next time, I might try to rid of the flower. No promises though. 

               For the most part of the night, I was with Mistel. It feels odd writing about him in my diary considering I already spend hundreds of words on him through out previous letters, but he served an important role in the evening. Some time in the evening, as I was giving a toast to the Masquerade by myself, he arrived and starts drinking with me. As usual, he took his time and barely drank anything, tolerance still the same as ever. Still, he was one to appreciate a good drink and that alone made him good company. We talked for the rest of the night with a few glasses of whiskey on the side. I... might have drank too much some time after midnight, but that was not my fault! I was... surprised about a few things here and there... and I rushed. Not to the point of getting entirely intoxicated, but I did feel dizzy. Next time, I’ll try to have more restraint. 

                 I did have fun during the event, at least. At some point during the countdown, the ceiling seemed to have disappeared? It was strange to suddenly see the night sky like that, but it was truly beautiful. I have never seen so much stars that night. I made a wish that night, and hopefully, it would be granted one day. For now, I’ll rely on hard work instead of wishes. Mistel seemed to not like the idea of wishes, however. It’s his loss-- sometimes its good to have some sort of belief.

               Speaking of Mistel, he’s sleeping on the couch at the moment after staying the night. He insisted to take me home and well... I lack a spare bed. Perhaps I should have one, should a similar situation arises? Although I doubt that would happen soon. It would save my parents some money for the inn if they do happen to drop by Altelia. Maybe even Uncle Mako, if it interests him?

                 I’ll think of that another time, for now, I think I’ll spend a few more minutes in bed. The sun isn’t up yet, and I think I’m due for more sleep. As long as my guest doesn't wake before me, I think I’ll be fine.

                 Oh, and, last night, I found out i’m not very fond of kissing. It felt odd, to say the least. The books describe it as something magical and breathtaking and yet last night when he gave me a midnight kiss, all I felt was... embarrassment. Hopefully he wouldn’t repeat that stunt, I doubt it was enjoyable on his end, too.

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     Mistel had to compose himself at that very moment– how dare she? How dare she…. how dare she…. “Tss.” Mistel groans, failing to verbalize his frustrations at her blatant admittance she wasn’t fond of his company and her refusal to leave him even if that was the case. Odd woman, she was. To be scolded by a blushing mess (all because of a plain nickname?) was an insult to his very being. He shouldn’t take any of this–

     – and yet he does. For now, at least. He’ll have his chance to make her swallow her words and take it back some other day. 

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「 ❀ 」– Well, that was a surprise. To have Mistel quiet down, even for just a moment, was quite the sight. A rare occurrence for the very egotistical vintage vendor. Still, she was certain it would not last long as he had the tendency to pull yet another surprise from his sleeves. She wasn’t wrong. Not long after, he was spouting his usual nonsense, belittling her once again. 

            “I intended to drink alone from the start." She lets out a nonchalant shrug, finding it a pity if he does choose to leave but the loss wouldn’t be too great, she thinks. She’ll be fine if left to her own devices. And if not, well... there was always going home early.

            It was not his intention, she’s certain, but what he said stung. It was widely known that she was very weird in general, mostly because of her tendency to talk to plants, even to the point of treating them with more gentleness and warmth. She holds back her tongue, not wanting to broaden that certain topic. She should have known better than to judge Mistel-- she wasn’t any better. Just like he said, she was pathetic. She remained quiet, letting that topic go down before it stirred up unnecessary negativity.   

            As he continued to tease her about her looks, Reina takes a moment to wonder she had even bothered telling her about the details of her life in the university. She could have lied, she realizes. Lied about her experiences and settle with a make-believe tale that she did have a social life there that went beyond academics, and that it was quite the enjoyable one. Sadly, she didn’t. She spoke of only truth during their exchange of letters and in them... well, there was barely anything that hinted she was exposed to ‘boys’ in general. She never hated her inexperience. Never regretted it, even. But during times like these, when people made it seem that it’s a bad thing... what ifs clouded her mind, a pang of insecurity taking over. She... really shouldn’t let what others think of her. 

            It didn’t help that he seemed to be focused on her looks. Bohemian-charm, he says. Grow it all out, he says. She was not obliged to agree to these things. She was-- did he say she was cute? 

            "Uh...umm...” She says lamely, lowering her gaze, dropping it to the floor. “I-it’s hardly like that at all. This just seems like an easier cut to have--” Ignoring the fact she had to take some time in the morning to braid it. “--and it’s what I always had. It’s... not any different from before.” Her gaze goes right back up, and finally, he frees her braid from his grasp, tossing it behind her. 

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#{ this is a little late. oops! at least we finished our chatzy appearance ^^ } #{ tell me when you want to end this and just timeskip to fit the timeline } #ac:masquerade #ac:mistel #mistel:wallflower

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「 ❀ 」– “That, or he’s just very, very fond of insulting others.”

#you know who you are

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     To think there would be a day the stoic botanist was close to flustering up because of a mention of a date– ha! Given, she wasn’t used to blind dates but it gave him all the more reason to be curious as to how that went. Considering she was here with him now, perhaps she was just passing the time while her date was aw–

     Unforgivable. As if he’d allow himself to be set aside with a snap of a finger as soon as it was convenient for her.

     Twitch. Twitch. Mistel’s smile faltered by a percent.

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「 ❀ 」– Still in the middle of being uncomfortable with the mere mention that she did in fact have a date earlier, even if it was simply a blind, she failed to ready herself for Mistel’s series of threats. There he goes again with his off switch. Normally, she was the target of this if she chose to favor plants over him-- not because of a different person.

             His jealousy to anything and everything, regardless of the person, had grown more and more ridiculous over the years. Reina was taken aback at first, but as soon as the initial shock disappeared, she sets her foot down, a finger raised and pointed directly at him in a lecturing manner.

            “Need I remind you that you are not an eight year old boy that can simply pull a tantrum to get what he wants. I’m not very fond of you when you pull stunts like these.” And to think he even used that old nickname of hers-- they had an agreement! She was flustered at the low blow but refused to let it affect her much. Eventually, she started lowering her raised finger, resulting to a long, exasperated sigh. “That, and I have no reason to leave your company. Unless you want to continue acting like a spoiled child?” Tolerance for spoiled brats? Reina had none. 

              As the color of her cheeks return to normal, she started assessing Mistel’s current...dilemma? Yes, this was a dilemma. She felt more like a counsellor sometimes and the hardest part was... she wasn’t qualified for this at all. At least during these moments she can pretend to be good with people and emotions. “I left the city five years ago and even now, you’re still going on and on about the same person. If you say its solely because of what ifs, then alright. Whatever you say.” She almost said Misty, just to return the ‘favor’. But, it sounded too ridiculous in her head that she decided to go against it. Ugh.

            She repeatedly swished the contents of her new glass, raising it up to indulge herself in the strong alcoholic scent. Mistel could say whatever he wanted, but she wasn’t very interested in the grade of her look. “I told you, I’m more than satisfied with a C-. I don’t see how a cow relates to that... thank you for the B+, I suppose? ” She nods along, paying more attention to her liquor now. That short moment was, however, ruined by him taking one of her braids. Reina flinched. “No.” She says flatly, not at all liking the suggestions. First and foremost, she never went out of her way to do anything else to her hair. Secondly, it was comfortable, safe and she liked it. “There’s no reason for me to change it and it’s not as messy as you suggest...” She pauses, looking back at the table top that vaguely showed a reflection. She couldn’t actually see the difference from her normal reflection. She had a mask, and wore different clothes... but everything was the same. “...is it?”

Wallflower「 Mistel 」

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     Her explanation made sense– it was rare for her to be up and about on social events, let alone if it was because of her own accord. This was wonderful development though. For if she happened to stay in her humble home in Flowerbud, he would have been judging all that he sees until midnight. 

     Then again, he could still do that with her. In fact, she was the perfect candidate for that very reason. 

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「 ❀ 」– There was some confusion on her part, primarily because she did not think of the possibility to actually attend this event with a date that she knew. Mistel was her... friend of sorts. If you could call someone who always seems to rant about the world when you’re talking, then she supposes they can be labelled as friends. She knows a few things about him. She knows he has a sister. That he loves old things. That there’s an old soul living inside him. That he’s two-faced. And he’s incredibly, incredibly insecure with an ego that knows no bounds.

              However, those were things one can know about him given time and perhaps a truck load of conversations. They weren’t the type of friends that hang out at tea houses, go to movies together, or attend balls hand in hand. They were the kind of people that talked about it afterwards. And complained. And ranted. And generally voice out their frustrations because of what befalls their lives.

              Plus the rare times they actually do feel some sort of positivity regarding something. But those were as rare as the times Mistel shows an honest face. Aka, almost never.

              “Please do not group me with a person begging for alms-- I can still provide for myself without your ‘generous’ help. And...” Ah, she forgot to mention it earlier. She felt rather awkward voicing this out, making her empty the contents of her glass. Her eyes stray and immediately went looking for anyone serving more.  “...I came in with a blind date. We split the cost of the ticket.”

                 Reina was doubtful he was being truthful when he answered her question, the bitterness in his tone told a different tale. Instead of pointing it out, however, she simply nods along. Whatever makes you sleep better at night, Mistel. It was admittedly unfortunate how he was being so adamant in being honest when it came to his conflicted feelings. It should have been easy, right? To simply admit it, or deny it. But yet again, he’s running in circles. He was improving, at least. His minor slip ups were somehow... amusing to hear. “So you wish too woo her after all? Perhaps you’re simply not approaching her correctly."

                  As she proceeds to speak about her thoughts on his attire, she wondered if he would take offence. He was a rather... sensitive man, despite his attempts to conceal it. Judging from his reactions, he wasn’t very happy about her pointing out the silver theme. And as she expected, he’d return the favor and point out the light blue shade of her whole get-up. Reina shrugs.

              “There isn’t much to say. Unlike you, I’m not very used to wearing attires such as these. If anything, I’m content with a C-.” Reina spots a passing man with a tray of liquor. Before she could miss the opportunity, she takes a glass and hands over the empty one. 

Wallflower「 Mistel 」

#ac:mistel #mistel:wallflower #{ i'm so sorry i'm late on this. But yes i'm online right now. if you don't mind we could focus on the masquerade one aka this one? I'm too #slow with replies } #{ I was sceptical about these two at first but they have an odd but nice dynamic. or is that just me } #ac:masquerade #tw:alcohol #tw: alcohol #tw:drinking #tw: drinking