[tropical getaway] catchall for mitsuri

[fishingforcompliments]

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[fishingforcompliments]

...yes, you are quite right. I know if I were the one who had passed on, I would not want those I had left behind to worry themselves over finding the perfect thing to remember me right away.

I would merely be happy to know that they did still remember me, so long as the memory of me did not bring them pain. Surely, it must be the same for them...

[bridesque]

It seems to me like the people who passed away were all kind, just like you.

Of course, it doesn't mean we should be negligent about paying our respects. Where were you thinking about looking next? We can start there.

[fishingforcompliments]

Mmm... I thought perhaps I would check the foliage in the jungle for other flowers. The girl who died in the storm... I think of flowers when I think of her, for some reason.

[bridesque]

[She bows her head as she recalls that, indeed, someone died in the storm. They were all so taken by surprise that nobody could help. How heartrending.]

Well, girls like flowers. [It goes without saying that Mitsuri trusts Flayn's intuition.] Is there a specific kind that you're thinking of? What about colors?

[fishingforcompliments]

Nothing that immediately comes to mind... but I am sure I will know it when I see it. It need only remind me of her for it to be suitable, after all.

[bridesque]

Right. Okay, let's go to the jungle!

[Should Flayn permit, Mitsuri will take her by the hand before they make their way to the jungle. She'll sing simple tunes on the way, and maybe a part of her hopes that any lingering ghosts will enjoy these songs.]

[fishingforcompliments]

[Onward they go! Flayn lets Mitsuri hold her hand as they walk even though Mitsuri should be holding Dimitri's hand, and her expression softens as she starts to sing.]

...you have a lovely voice, Mitsuri.

[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.]