[tropical getaway] catchall for mitsuri

[fishingforcompliments]

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[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.]