#guh. france is like. really really really bad.

[icharchivist]

oof like i know France is easy to dunk on but if we could not make jokes about how “what the police would do if you camped on the arc de triumph, they spend all their budget for their military in white flags and baguettes” while our president is, on the contrary, hyperfunding the police (by cutting, among others, the budget that was supposed to go to the hospitals, right before the pandemic, which is also why the gov didn’t *handle* the pandemic well), and that the past few years have skyrocketted in incidents of police brutality, many against vulnerable people, like that one incident against refugees that were camping specifically nearby the places you’re joking about? 

[galahadwilder]

Officiated, Ch. 8

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As many of you noticed, when I started writing this they weren't originally going to be 18. And then I looked up France's marriage laws.

I know the ages/timelines in this don't work so please just... ignore that, because the story is way less funny if I try to go back and make those logistics make sense.

Thanks!

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She can't help reveling a bit in the way he looks at her. He's absolutely stunned, and for the first time she can see him without his guard up, without the carefully-crafted walls Adrien and Chat Noir erect to hide how fragile, how vulnerable, they really are, and her heart aches for him, for her silly, flirty, dorky partner who was kind to her on the days she needed it most. There's no tension in his muscles whatsoever; if she poked him, she's certain he'd collapse into a puddle of boneless jelly. And he's doing that fish-face thing she's sometimes seen Kim do when he's taken by surprise, his mouth open just a little, like he can't really open it all the way but he can't quite muster the brainpower to close it either.

"That..." he says, finally. He blinks, rapid-fire, and she can see the effort it takes him to tear his eyes from her, to twist his neck to look at the cake. "That's your flower," he says. "Your... that's your signature rose."

"Yep!" Marinette chirps, much louder than she anticipated, and immediately flushes bright red as it echoes through the cavernous room, slapping her hand over her mouth and sinking into the chair with the "farting" sound of leather against skin.

"I—don't understand," Adrien says, staring at the box. At the cake. "This is—that's Chat Noir's colors, that's his—" He points. "But... those are my initials?"

Marinette removes the hand from her mouth, slowly, blinks. "Wait, I—?" Oh, seriously? "Chaton. I know."

He spins around to stare at her with wide eyes, overbalances a bit, and staggers into the chair. She barely catches him, her hand sliding on ladybug-print flannel.

"It's—it's you," he sobs, gripping the straps of her camisole and burying his face in her sternum. (It's mildly uncomfortable because his nasal bridge is right on the bone, and she wishes he would move his head a little lower to where there's some more cushioning, but she's not going to suggest that lest they both spontaneously combust.) "It's—it's—" He jerks back, his eyes zipping upward. "Did you just," he says, measuring his words carefully in the way she knows Chat does when he's struggling to remain verbal, "just propose to me... with a meme?"

"Um... no?" she squeaks.

His face falls. She can see tears gathering at the edges of his eyes, and she realizes how what she said must sound, and immediately her brain jumps tracks trying to backtrack.

"Because—!" Her arms start shaking, as she tries not to flail them at the boy currently in her arms, tries to not accidentally slap him in the face. "We're—we're already married, right?" She squeezes his shoulders, trying to keep in the nervous energy. "Can't exactly be a proposal!" Her voice feels shrill and awkward, and she wants to collapse as soon as she hears herself, but, well—she's caught between the chair and her oh my gods I have a husband.

Adrien goes limp, sliding downward out of her arms. She scrabbles after him, trying to hold him up, but... well, Adrien may be underfed, but he's still got about a fifth of a meter on her, and while she can sling Chat Noir across the Seine from a standing start she's working with normal human muscles at the moment. She's yanked out of the chair and onto the ground, flopping on top of him.

She shouldn't have put on her pajamas before she came. She thought it would help her with her nerves, make her more comfortable, but instead she's only too aware of how little clothing is between her and her husband right now. And she's right on top of him. If he weren't shaking like a computer with a busted fan she'd be positively exploding at how intimate this position is.

"Wow. You two are morons."

Marinette gasps as she realizes that someone else is in the room, and looks up to see a familiar tiny black shape, though she’s only seen it around seven times before. “Plagg?”

”You expected Xuppu?” Plagg cackles.

"Plagg! Don't mock them!" Tikki hisses from her place inside Marinette’s pigtail. “This is very stressful for them both!”

”And if we don’t give them a kick in the rear neither of them will move past the ‘uh? Buh? Guh?’ stage,” Plagg responds, settling in top of Marinette’s head. “I’ve seen how bad your girl is at talking to him.”

”I’m getting better!” Marinette protests.

Plagg’s weight shifts on her scalp in a way that suggests he’s rolling his disproportionate eyes. “You’ve been ‘getting better’ for years now.”

”Shut up, Plagg,” Adrien says, and Marinette suddenly realizes that he’s stopped shaking—and that she’s now once more very aware of how she’s lying on top of him.

”H-hi!” she squeaks, trying to roll off him. “Feeling—feeling better?”

”A bit,” he says, with a smile that’s—well, it’s too “Adrien” and not enough “Chat Noir.” Or maybe it’s too Chat Noir and not enough Adrien. Either way it doesn’t seem genuine. “Sorry about—” He glances down, as if finally realizing that he’s holding her on top of him. “Oh!”

He releases her wrists and she launches herself sideways, flopping onto the tile carpet next to him. “Sorry,” she gasps. “That’s—easier in the suits.” She looks at him, holds a hand out to touch his shoulder, thinks better of it. “You know. Touching—touching you.”

“...Ah.” Adrien sits up, and she can’t miss the way the disappointment is written across on his face.

She steels herself, reaches out, places her hand on his foot. It’s the most intimate thing she can do right now without exploding.

He flinches anyway.

”What’s wrong, Kitten?” she says.

”Do you—” His voice breaks, and he looks away. “How’d you find out it was me?”

She blinks, sitting up. He’s very clearly dodging the question. “Alya saw the license,” she says. “And since she didn’t realize it was for Chat and Ladybug, not Marinette and Adrien...”

”She could read both our names,” he finishes. He’s trembling. Again.

”Chaton,” she says. “Either tell me what’s wrong or I will chuck you out the window.”

He freezes, then turns to her with wide, sad eyes. “It’s—nothing,” he says. “I can deal.”

”It’s not nothing,” she shoots back. “I know you’re not disappointed in me because you’ve suspected...” She pushes back her hair, showing the earrings. “You’ve suspected my identity multiple times,” she continues, “and you always looked like you’d... you know, got the cream when you thought it was me...” She clenches her hands, twiddling her thumbs. “I just—I can’t think of what else it could be.”

”It’s not your problem,” he says, gruffly.

”Of course it’s my problem,” she says, reaching out to take his wrist. “I’m your...” She swallows. “I’m your wife.”

He jerks like a gunshot at the word and yanks his hand out of hers. “Not for much longer,” he gasps, and then he’s collapsing into himself, his head falling into his hands falling into his lap, and oh. Oh.

”You thought the cake was sarcasm,” she says, softly, as all the pieces slot into place in her brain like a Lucky Charm. "You think—you think I still want the annulment."

"Don't you?" he whispers.

She swallows, walks her hand up his leg. “Why would I?” she says, feigning more comfort than she’s feeling.

Adrien stiffens, looking at her with shock in his eyes. ”Because... you never wanted me,” he says. “There’s always been someone else.”

Marinette giggles nervously. ”Do you know,” she begins, only to choke on her dry mouth. “Do you know how hard it was to avoid falling in love with Chat Noir?”

He gapes at her.

She entwines her fingers in his. “Yeah, there was someone else at first,” she says, not meeting his eyes. “But... but he didn’t know me like you do. I never trusted him the way I trust you. He could never... make me feel proud, the way you do.” She smiles, tears gathering in her eyes. “I think over time, I just... I kept chasing him so that it wouldn’t hurt so much when I kept losing you.”

”You've never lost me,” Adrien whispers, his thumb gently tracing her palm.

She swallows. “You died just last week, Chaton,” she says. “I lose you all the time and I can’t—” She hiccups. “I can’t stand it.”

He lets go of her hand, and she can’t stop herself from whining at his sudden absence, but then his hands are pressed to her cheeks and he’s holding her gaze to his own. “My Lady,” he says. “I will always come back to you.”

The utter conviction in his voice rocks her to her core. He’s not saying that she’ll bring him back—he’s saying that, even if she can’t, he will tear down heaven to make it back to her side.

”The—the other boy,” she gasps. “His name was Adrien Agreste.”

Emerald eyes stare into hers, uncomprehending—and then his breath is in her mouth, mixed with the fire of her life, of his life, and it’s exactly like Dark Cupid, hot and desperate and painful and real.

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oc interview . Laurent King

interview is set in year five.

tagged by: @slytherinliththorne

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name ➔ “My full name is Laurent Dorian King. So weird, right? Honestly, I don’t really... well... know what my parents were thinking. Maybe they were drunk? No, I don’t think my mom was drunk when she had me. Nah. Maybe Dad was? Huh, unlikely. Did you know I made people believe my first name was Dorian? I mean, it sounds better than Laurent... I think...”

are you single ➔ Furrowed brows accompany his reply as he gently scoots away. “Uh... yeah. Why would you ask that? I... don’t even know you.”

are you happy ➔ “You’re getting pretty invasive, you know.”

are you angry ➔ “Awfully invasive.”

are your parents still married ➔ Tongue clicking, eyes rolling, he folds his arms over his chest. His shoe taps against the tiled floor impatiently. “Any other brilliant questions to ask? Can we skip to something else, please?”

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NINE FACTS:

birthplace ➔ “I’m born in Paris, France. I know, it’s cliché as hell, but hey. Can’t ask where to be born, huh? Though it would be nice... can you imagine, like, being born in a forest!? That would be amazing!”

hair color ➔ “Ginger. Or, well, annoyingly orange, I’d rather say.” He blows a strand of hair off his eyes.

eye color ➔ “Brown! People say it’s a lame eye color. Fuck ‘em.”

birthday ➔ “I’m born on October 22nd! Ironic, right? Like, a lot of people look at and say ‘oh, this guy’s a summer, or spring, guy’ and proving them wrong is quite fun!”

mood ➔ “I dunno, how are you supposed to feel when someone keeps asking you random questions? You tell me. Though I guess the next Quidditch practise got me excited.”

gender ➔ “I’m a guy.”

summer or winter ➔ “Summer! Winter is pretty, yes, but everything is so alive during summer. The flowers, the trees, the animals... it’s all so perfect.” And the dreamiest look floats over his eyes.

morning or afternoon ➔ He excitedly claps his hand, eyes shining bright. “Morning! I get up every day at six in the morning for my workout. Jogging around the Great Lake, and then pushups and sit ups! It’s a great way to wake the hell up, though Rowan claims I smell like hell when I go back to the Common Room to shower.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

are you in love ➔ “And here I thought we were over with the personal questions. Should have known.” A quiet glare.

do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “It’s going to make me sound like the cheesiest, sappiest guy on earth, but yes. I do believe in love at first sight.”

who ended your last relationship ➔ “Since you want to know so bad. I was in a deep, intense relationship with the cupcakes my aunt always bakes, but one day I ate too many and spent the night in the bathroom. She forbade me to eat any more.”

have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ “Merlin, I hope not.”

are you afraid of commitments ➔ “I’m not afraid of commitment. I am afraid of ending up with the wrong g-- person.”

have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ “Yup!” And then, counting on his fingers: “I hugged Sammy, I hugged Barnaby, I hugged Cath, I hugged Penny, I hugged Ben, I-- What do you mean, next question?”

have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “A lot of people admire me for my spot in the Quidditch team. Does that count?”

have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “I don’t think so. I never really had crushes before.”

SIX CHOICES

love or lust ➔ “Love, always.”

lemonade or iced tea ➔ “Lemonade.”

cats or dogs ➔ “Why not both? Or Puffskeins?”

a few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “A few best friends. I talk to a lot of people, but I only really trust a few.”

wild night out or romantic night in ➔ A blush creeps up his cheeks as he averts his gaze, fingers nervously twirling a strand of red hair. “Romantic night in.” His voice is down to a whisper, almost impossible to hear.

day or night ➔ “Night! I get to snuggle in my bed and read about botany! Rowan’s snoring kind of spoils it, though.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

been caught sneaking out ➔ “I can still hear Snape yelling at me.”

fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “Too many times. Apparently I don’t watch where I’m going.” He suddenly pats his knee. “Got a bruise here!”

wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ He lowers his gaze as he replies. “I guess.”

wanted to disappear ➔ “You really love asking weird questions, huh?” A newborn anger seems to boil in his eyes. “Having fun?”

FOUR PREFERENCES

smile or eyes ➔ “Smile.”

shorter or taller ➔ “Quite a lot of people are shorter than me, and I don’t mind that. I also like taller people, though. Guess I’m into both.”

intelligence or attraction ➔ “A good balance of both, I guess.”

hook-up or relationship ➔ “A relationship.”

FAMILY

do you and your family get along ➔ “I get along quite well with my aunt, uncle and cousin.” And that’s all. No mention of his parents is made.

would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “All lives are messed up. None of them are normal.”

have you ever run away from home ➔ “Yes.”

have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “Almost.”

FRIENDS

do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “Who on earth does that!?”

do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “Absolutely.”

who is your best friend ➔ “I can’t only have one best friend. I have several: Sammy, Cath, Dia, Riley, Dahlia, Corbyn, Lith, Barnaby, Oscar, Tulip, Liz, Penny, Jason... guh, the list is pretty long.”

who knows everything about you ➔ “I believe both Oscar and Barnaby do. I trust them to keep all of my secrets.”

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tagging: Whoever, tbh??? Just say I tagged you!!

[photokatsu]

A Vivid Training Camp♪ Event Scenario Ep 1-6

Episode 1

Kayoko: Yeah! Nice! You like, wanna try something like that for the party?

Hinaki: Yes! I'll do my best! I can't believe I get to do a live at a Vivid Kiss party…! Guh~! I'm so hyped!

Kayoko: Hehe♪ Hinaki-chan, you've been on a totally killing it lately! Super cool~!

Hinaki: You're too much! It's only because of Vivid Kiss dresses...Your dresses that I've been able to work so hard!

Kayoko: I'm like, so glad? You are my muse♪

Hinaki: Yes! I wanna work even harder so everyone can know about Vivid Kiss♪

Kayoko: Hehe, thanks! But I want everyone to know it's not just the dresses...But also that our model rules! So, here's like, a surprise for our hardworking Hinaki-chan?

Hinaki: A...Surprise…?

Kayoko: Yep! Remember the news coverage with the TV station from France?

Hinaki: Yes! When we had a training camp with Mikuru-san! Of course I remember! It's when you made my dress for the Starlight Queen Cup, right!?

Kayoko: Looks like the show was a big hit across the world, you know~

Hinaki: I see! I really could feel your passion and it made me love Vivid Kiss even more!

Kayoko: Thanks~ It was worth it for me, too~ But it wasn't just me that was a hit, you know?

Hinaki: Huh?

Kayoko: It means you're the centre of attention across the world, too!

Hinaki: Whaat~!? Me too!?

Kayoko: Yep, you too! They're all like, “Who's that idol~”! It's like, thanks to you and Mikuru-chan that the show was a big hit.

Hinaki: I'm happy to hear you say that, but...The world...Huh~ Maybe it just kinda feels surreal…?

Kayoko: Then isn't this a chance for you to look around the world? Actually, like, that station sent in an offer? They said they wanna make a documentary about you!

Hinaki: A documentary...About me…?

Kayoko: Yep! And a closeup coverage like the last one!

Hinaki: Closeup...Coverage…? Wait, whaaat!?

Episode 2

Hinaki: Whaat~!? A Closeup coverage of me?

Kayoko: Yep! Mikuru-chan jumped out into the world with the Gardener's World Cup. If we get you out there and active in the world, I'd like, totally be happy~! It's like, I can get the world to know my muse?

Hinaki: Kayoko-san…

Kayoko: They said they wanna cover you challenging against the live for the Vivid Kiss party as the muse.

Hinaki: Ah, I see~…

Kayoko: I like, totally want you to take up the offer!

Hinaki: Please let me! It's an honour to have people around the world watch me!

Kayoko: That's my girl! I'll give a reply then. Hinaki-chan's good for the closeup coverage...There.

Hinaki: Closeup coverage, huh~ Um, if it's like for Kayoko-san that time, then...Hmmm~…

Kayoko: Oh, what's up?

Hinaki: Oh, no, um...Not a big deal, but...For a closeup coverage...What should I be showing…?

Kayoko: ? What should you be showing?

Hinaki: I had more modeling and live jobs for my Aikatsu! up until now, and they're clear with what they want...And I've worked hard to respond to that.

Kayoko: Yep, that's right. I think you've been working very hard.

Hinaki: Ehehe...Thank you very much. But the closeup coverage this time…

Kayoko: Well~ It's a closeup coverage, so I assume they wanna see just the way you are?

Hinaki: Just how I am...The way that I am that they wanna see...I wonder what it is…?

Kayoko: Hmmm~, sure is something only idols have to worry about~ Maybe another idol would know?

Hinaki: Another idol?

Kayoko: Yep! Like, rather than ask me, a designer, maybe you'll find the answer faster by asking a friend in the same position?

Hinaki: Oh...That's right! I'll ask my friends!

Kayoko: Good! I'm looking forward to what kinda answer you'll give!

Episode 3

Hinaki: ...So that's what happened.

Akari: Closeup coverage, huh~ I would be kinda worried, too.

Sumire: But it's amazing you got an offer from a foreign TV station.

Juri: ¡Enhorabuena! In other words, congratulations!

Hinaki: Ehehe...Thanks, guys.

Madoka: Hinaki-senpai's been to Mexico as Passionate Jalapeno, too, so…

Rin: She's already a world-class idol!

Hinaki: Ahaha, you're embarrassing me with all this praise~ I'm happy, but…

Yuu: So the problem's the closeup part?

Hinaki: Yeah, I don't understand what to do anymore…

Juri: Don't you just have to act as you usually do?

Hinaki: Well~ If it was an interview that would be fine, but a closeup makes it kinda…

Akari: Yeah~ I bet I would feel the same. Like, “What's my usual self like?”

Sumire: Hmmm~, I think I'm the same, too…

Madoka: You're all so wonderful the way you are so you should just stay like that~

Akari: Wouldn't you worry, Madoka-chan?

Madoka: Not that much, I think~ What about you, Rin?

Rin: Huh, me? I...Hmmm~…? I dunno…?

Sumire: Rin-chan wouldn't know until she's actually in that position, huh?

Rin: Yes...That's probably true…

Madoka: Hehe♪ That's so like you.

Juri: Yes, there's nothing to worry about…! I just! Have to show! My usual passionate self!

Hinaki: Well, if only I could think like you…

Juri: Geez, you're just thinking too much!

Yuu: Yeah, I think I'm more like Juri-chan and them, too~

Akari: You wouldn't worry either, Yuu-chan?

Yuu: Not quite, but...Well, you know how I'm in a lot of tourism shows?

Hinaki: Oh yeah, the camera's always on roll for those shows, so...It's kinda like a closeup.

Yuu: Right! Well, I was confused all the time at first, so I get being worried~

Sumire: We can't just say, “Time to train!” like always, either…

Akari: It's not practice if we take the video, either…

Everyone: Hmmm~…

Episode 4

Hinaki: Good morning~…

Kayoko: Welcome, Hinaki-chan! You like, have perfect timing?

Mikuru: Ah, it's Hinaki! Long time no see!

Hinaki: Mikuru-san! It's been awhile!

Kayoko: I was just giving her an order. For the sweetest miracle party for the party, you see.

Hinaki: Miracle flower? Is that…!

Kayoko: Yep, I ordered one from her last time, too.

Mikuru: When I got my first premium dress from Kayokocchi, right?

Kayoko: That miracle flower was like, totally cool~? Give me one like that again!

Mikuru: Of course! I'll be sure to deliver you the golden miracle flower this time! It became rainbow-coloured last time, so.

Kayoko: Oh, like, it's totally fine for me if it's rainbow this time, too?

Mikuru: No, no, I'll definitely make it golden this time!

Hinaki: Um, if I remember correctly, the miracle flower...Changes colours depending on how you take care of it, right?

Mikuru: Yep, that's right. To make it golden you have to water it at the right time everyday. If you're off by even a little bit, it won't turn gold.

Hinaki: Ack~ That sounds difficult~…

Mikuru: But the more care you put into flowers, the more beautiful they'll become♪

Kayoko: But, Mikuru-chan, are you sure? You're busy with both idol and flower shop work right now, right? I know you're a hardworking kid, but…

Mikuru: Ahaha...True, but...But it's fun, so it's okay!

Kayoko: Isn't it about time you get a helper around for the flower shop?

Mikuru: Hmmm~...I wanna be the one who takes care of it if possible, so...Plus, I'm kinda bad at teaching…

Kayoko: Oh~, I get you! Like, they just don't get it?

Mikuru: Yeah, yeah! It just hits me like that but they're just all, “Huh?” sometimes.

Hinaki: I know what you mean~! When it just doesn't get through to other people...I try to change my words when that happens so they understand!

Kayoko: That's our Hinaki-chan! She's like, totally cool?

Mikuru: Yep, yep! That's right! There's not many kids who can do that, you know~? Maybe if I meet someone like you, I'll ask them for help~

Hinaki: ….Um! I'd like to help! Please let me be your helper, Mikuru-san!

Episode 5

Hinaki: I'll...I'll help…!

Mikuru: …! Hinaki…

Hinaki: I don't know anything about flowers...But I'll help with all I can! I mean, it'd be so sad to have the party without your flowers!

Mikuru: ...Hinaki...Then let's go all out!

Hinaki: Yes! Let's!

Kayoko: Sounds great! That's a super good idea~! Just you two pairing up makes such a vivid picture, but...To think it's not on stage, but for gardening. It's like, totally cool how unpredictable it is!

Mikuru: Ahaha, I'd love to do a live, too, but...Maybe next time.

Hinaki: Yes! First, I gotta take care of flowers with you for Kayoko-san's party!

Kayoko: ...Hehe. But Hinaki-chan, aren't you forgetting something?

Hinaki: Huh? Forgetting…?

Kayoko: It's getting totally interesting, so I'd like you to continue like this, but…

Hinaki&Mikuru: ?

Kayoko: The closeup documentary! Right?

Hinaki: Aaah~ I forgot~!

Mikuru: Closeup documentary?

[Scene Transition]

Mikuru: Wow~! A closeup documentary, huh! Yeah, that sounds fun!

Kayoko: Right~!? This solves Hinaki-chan's troubles, too♪

Mikuru: Troubles...What do you mean?

Hinaki: Oh, that's...I was wondering what I should do to get how I just am across for what the closeup coverage wants...Once I started thinking about what I should show for my usual self...I started to get confused…

Mikuru: I see...But you know, Hinaki! Showing your first time gardening for a closeup coverage is really wild and Hinaki-like♪

Hinaki: ...Really?

Kayoko: Absolutely! And it's like, you're not gardening for work, but because you feel like it, right? Isn't that part of your usual self?

Hinaki: ...Oh yeah...That's right…! Okay! Yeah! Mikuru-san, I'll be in your care!

Mikuru: Yep! Let's do our best! Hinaki!

Episode 6

Interviewer: Alright then, Hinaki-chan, we'll be starting the shoot for the coverage now. It's a documentary so please try to not pay attention to the camera and be your usual self.

Hinaki: Okay, I understand. I'll be in your care!

Interviewer: Alright then, start! So, Hinaki-chan, why did you want to do gardening this time?

Hinaki: Ahaha...Ummm~, to tell you the truth…

[Scene Transition]

Hinaki: And that's what happened.

Interviewer: I see, so you said you would do it without really thinking…

Hinaki: It was a sudden thought I had that the party would definitely be more fun if it had the miracle flower.

Interviewer: Fun? Even though it's just a flower?

Hinaki: Yes! Having pretty flowers would make the hall brighter, so wouldn't everyone just have more fun?

Interviewer: I see~! But it's amazing of you to say you'll help right there.

Hinaki: Ahaha...Part of it might be also because I just really wanted to help Mikuru-san.

Mikuru: Me? Why?

Hinaki: There's that I wanted to thank you for helping me last time, too, but...I just wanted to do something together again. Remember last time? Wasn't it fun?

Mikuru: Last time...Oh~! Painting Kayokocchi's cottage walls! Yeah, yeah, that was so fun! We sure went wild~♪

Hinaki: Yes♪ So I wanted to do something wild with you again.

Mikuru: Ahaha♪ Then we gotta grow some super flashy flowers this time♪

Hinaki: Yes! So please take care of me, Master Mikuru!

Mikuru: ….Hinaki, let's...Stop with the master, okay?

Hinaki: Huh, are you sure? Then...Mikuru-sensei?

Mikuru: Ummm~...I'm not the teacher type, either~…Can't you just call me Mikuru-san like always?

Hinaki: It isn't everyday we get to do something like this, so I thought it'd bring some mood in if I changed how I call you…

Mikuru: I-I see~...I've never been called something like that before, so~ It feels funny, but Mikuru-sensei, huh~...Sensei's gonna do her best to teach you! But since it's about flowers, I'm gonna be strict!

Hinaki: Yes, please! Mikuru-sensei!

[thedalektables]

«A new outfit appeared at the front of the wardrobe and Rose nodded in agreement, sending her thanks to the TARDIS once again. Maybe she was feeling like nothing today but nothing wrapped in THAT would certainly feel better. It was appropriate.

The TARDIS, for her part, hummed worriedly again and sent a wave of chastisement toward her pilot, which went ignored.

The Doctor was dancing around the kitchen, passing out French Toast to an amused Reinette. Ha! Imagine that. Serving French Toast to the Uncrowned Queen of France. Reinette kept touching his arm and his shoulder and throwing her head back to laugh at his jokes and Mickey kept glowering at him in between bites of French Toast.

He made, what he thought, was a particularly clever joke about their choice of breakfast foods and suddenly the TARDIS sent him a tidal wave of red anger that almost made him reel. Blimey! Had his joke really been that bad?

He was just about to question her about it when his, adorably named, ‘Rosey-sense’ went off. He’d been trying to block his mental awareness of her lately, trying to ease himself away from her comforting golden presence now before it was too late but it sometimes caught him by surprise. He turned a brilliant smile to face his little pink-and-yellow-human who had just entered the room.

Not in her typical clothes.

Guh. Surprise, indeed.»

- The Trouble With the Truth, by @bluedawn0123 (Chap.2)