[tropical getaway] catchall for mitsuri

[fishingforcompliments]

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[bridesque]

[She will hold Flayn and Dimitri's hands in each of hers. Where's the latter?]

Good sir, good sir. What is fluttering in front of the horse?

[Trailing off, Mitsuri blushes faintly.]

It's more fun this way, don't you think?

[fishingforcompliments]

It is!

[She smiles at her.]

...I am sorry to say that I do not know the words. Would you teach me? Then we could sing together.

[bridesque]

Of course! Are you ready? It goes like this . . .

[And so they sing together, reciting lyrics that definitely don't involve beating men to a pulp.]

[fishingforcompliments]

[time for a sing-a-long! flayn has the voice of someone who is well-practiced at singing hymns.





also mitsuri should definitely teach her the beating men to a pulp song later.]