preowned | the stupidest elevator

[ there's no elevator music and they are just awkwardly crammed in here. once it's clear what's going on, he predictably slams the side of his fist against the elevator door. he is RADIATING unhappiness. ]

[i can only imagine this makes the elevator creak more

mikazuki looks up, and then at the burrito'd teen girl in his sleeve, and then over to dimitri]

... Perhaps keep it to the one, Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd?

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[ it does. also, he looks over, like he's about to say something, brows drawn together in clear and vibrant frustration—

but instead then suddenly starts to tear up. ]

[

oh no]

... I did not anticipate this...

Might anyone carry a handkerchief?

[ this is

so embarrassing. he is quickly trying to wipe his eyes with his palm. ]

N... No. That won't be necessary. Pardon me.

[

?

he does not understand so he will simply raise his long sleeve and briefly dust over dimitri's eyes with the fabric

it is fine it can be washed]

There is little to excuse.

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[ he's so, so angry but now there is surprise sadness in the elevator. the end result is that he rage-sniffles for a moment as mikazuki dabs at his eyes like a child. the thought of being in his sleeve-burrito, for some reason, feels as though it may be the safest place in this elevator.

could it be that this is... the worst? ]

...Thank you.

You are welcome.

[rather easily, though he's still. confused,,]

... would you care to speak on the matter?

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[ DON'T PERCEIVE ]

It's fine, it is just... Mikazuki.

[ ??????? ]

Yes, he also brings me to tears but...

What about him...?

I was just—

[ he brings a hand to his own chest, tentatively. ]

For a moment there, I was so very moved...

[oh thank god]

I see.

[ he pats his arm. ]

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[ futaba does not perceive ]

[ PLEASE PERCEIVE THIS ]

[ SHE'S BUSY, IT'S FINE HE'S GOT THIS ]

Dimitri? [ ?????

why are there so many people in this elevator... i'm gonna say this is while he's trying to balance futaba on his shoulders so he can't actually shoulder his way over ]

[ oh goddess ]

Sylvain, do not drop her or this will get worse.

Have a little faith in me, will you...

No, I mean— [ he sighs out, stabilizing as he brushes the tears away. ] She is... my suitemate.

[ this level of concern makes him a little awkward, waving a hand as he pinches his nose to stem the tears from getting any worse. ]

...It's all right. [ ugh ] I cannot stand this place.

[ she doesn't look at futaba, but she gets it. ]

Lean down for me.

[ after a second, he tentatively leans down a little to her level. ]