[ Midnight's eyebrows lift as Tsurumaru Kuninaga takes the lead. It's whimsical, very sweet. (Midnight can no longer see his face unless he chooses to turn. Midnight understands this. He doesn't mind.) ]
Striking, isn't it? What a painting... or a poem. Like something you'd read in an old, old book...
[ He laughs a little at the wink, looks down. Someone who likes surprises, fun.
(Someone who doesn't want to be sad, to be seen too sad. But that's cheating, and anyhow, Midnight is the same, so it'd be terribly hypocritical to bring it up.) ]
My days tend to be fairly free. Let's meet once a week, barring interruptions by discourteous plants and any other manner of unpleasantries this place decides to bestow upon us.
[ Midnight tilts his head from side to side. He's vaguely steering them toward the last place he saw to get drinks, but he's in no rush, especially if Tsurumaru is as keen to create surprises for them as he says. ]
I've been here... Well, almost three months now. As these things seem to come and go on a monthly basis, I don't know if we have enough information for anything to be sure, besides new arrivals tending to arrive at the beginning of a month and petering out by around the middle. District expansions tend to reveal themselves then, too.
[ He sighs, sticks both hands in his pockets. ]
I'd say... if we have another odd event near the end of next month as well, we'll have the makings of a pattern. Until then, we just don't know enough to be certain.
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Striking, isn't it? What a painting... or a poem. Like something you'd read in an old, old book...
[ He laughs a little at the wink, looks down. Someone who likes surprises, fun.
(Someone who doesn't want to be sad, to be seen too sad. But that's cheating, and anyhow, Midnight is the same, so it'd be terribly hypocritical to bring it up.) ]
My days tend to be fairly free. Let's meet once a week, barring interruptions by discourteous plants and any other manner of unpleasantries this place decides to bestow upon us.
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(A crane is rescued by a passing stranger. At night, a woman appears on his doorstep. She later returns the favor but at a price.
Tsurumaru looks ahead again. She had wished to be unseen too, right?
Hm.)
Once a week.
(He nods. He can do that.)
Do you think this garden is enough for now? That school has been quiet for some time...
(Does Midnight think they're due for something else this month? Or will they get to practice in peace???)
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I've been here... Well, almost three months now. As these things seem to come and go on a monthly basis, I don't know if we have enough information for anything to be sure, besides new arrivals tending to arrive at the beginning of a month and petering out by around the middle. District expansions tend to reveal themselves then, too.
[ He sighs, sticks both hands in his pockets. ]
I'd say... if we have another odd event near the end of next month as well, we'll have the makings of a pattern. Until then, we just don't know enough to be certain.