[OFF TO THE MUSIC ROOM - mineo's honestly probably freshly showered and coming from the gym, but he's curious enough anyway? he wanders around for a few moments, before he makes it to the harp and finds his fingers running across the strings
but, as per the location page, they're out of tune.
huh?
he tries it again, and it remains to sound... off. he does it a few more times trying to figure out what sounds weird - he's not a musician, he's just guessing - when he notices prim walking in and
Primrose has already tended to poor Yuri, though the thought isn't immediately striking her that Mineo is absolutely drunk.
Instead, she's just kind of wondering if he finally hit his limits. Did he get lost? Is he homesick? Did he finally accidentally touch an actual boob??
Well. It's not her place to ask, but she does come to a halt and then carefully crouch down in front of him. ]
Most men only cry when their daughters are to be married. Aren't you a bit young for that?
[ Really, she ought to leave him alone. Primrose of some months ago likely would have, not deeming it worth the time to try and reach out. Even now, she thinks he might prefer to be left alone right now.
But her time with the other travelers has instilled within her a sense of... something. Increased concern? Nosiness, she'd call it, ruefully. Still.
[ Ah, there he is. Mineo, she feels, is just one of those people who commits so fiercely and invests himself to the point of suffering even more at the end when they don't achieve a satisfactory adult.
Which is why when she finds him the common room, she pauses. ]
[yeah he's just chilling out - sort of? it's hard to say if that's the word to use. rather even though it might look like he's spacing out, his expression looks way too focused -
up until he's spoken to, and then he blinks]
Primrose-san...
... You can - I just don't promise I'd be very good company...
[medbay time!! here's mineo. aka he's coming by to check on everybody after all of that, changed into a less bloody shirt, fiddling with his collar with one hand, a bundle of medical supplies wrapped in a cloth in the other]
Primrose-san.... Are you doing okay? Able to get healed at all?
[what a weird week it is already!! but it's fine. mineo's in the kitchen though, and he's humming as he's just at the vending machine generating a bunch of snackies... is he getting his gluttony on...]
What's even the ideal snack for romcom movie night...
[ Why are you in the creepy forest, Mineo? I'm sure I don't know. But more importantly, Primrose is also there, leaning against a tree with her arms folded against her chest and a rather unhappy expression.
[ Primrose is wandering-- and has chosen this new place to pause, seemingly enjoying the feeling of moss underfoot and checking to see if she can make out the features of the statues. ]
[oh she deserves so much better than this but anyway let's make it to the music room? mineo is just going to look around for a moment before his expression brightens a bit when he sees prim enter]
Oh, Primrose-san, I've been meaning to ask for a while...
[he'll go to gently take her hand in his, fingers brushing against hers as if still shy enough to ask for permission]
[well everything is happening a whole lot! but mineo at least finds the shrine to be pretty peaceful? so he's hanging out there, pausing when he hears someone else approaching and straightening up a little bit more when he sees that it's prim]
weekend 0, sunday
but, as per the location page, they're out of tune.
huh?
he tries it again, and it remains to sound... off. he does it a few more times trying to figure out what sounds weird - he's not a musician, he's just guessing - when he notices prim walking in and
stands up straighter]
I didn't break it, I swear!
[mineo,,]
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Do I truly frighten you that badly?
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I FEEL LIKE I'M BULLYING HIM JUST BY TOUCHING HIM
THAT'S BECAUSE YOU ARE
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week 1, post-mini event
primrose might find herself in the ??? room. or maybe she'll hear. the sounds of crying? and sniffling? inside?
because it seems like mineo - uh. got lost. and overwhelmed. he's literally on the floor, dizzy.]
Where... Is this... the end for me....?!
[i'm sorry]
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Primrose has already tended to poor Yuri, though the thought isn't immediately striking her that Mineo is absolutely drunk.
Instead, she's just kind of wondering if he finally hit his limits. Did he get lost? Is he homesick? Did he finally accidentally touch an actual boob??
Well. It's not her place to ask, but she does come to a halt and then carefully crouch down in front of him. ]
Most men only cry when their daughters are to be married. Aren't you a bit young for that?
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Week 0, Saturday
But her time with the other travelers has instilled within her a sense of... something. Increased concern? Nosiness, she'd call it, ruefully. Still.
She goes to find Mineo. ]
I do hope you'll be able to rest tonight.
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doing anything with it
when he hears someone speak to him, he looks up]
.... guess we'll find out.
[but he's used to not having restful sleep, so it's fine]
.... you okay, Primrose-san?
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Week 1, Saturday
Which is why when she finds him the common room, she pauses. ]
... Might I join you?
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up until he's spoken to, and then he blinks]
Primrose-san...
... You can - I just don't promise I'd be very good company...
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Week 2, Monday
Forgive my assumption, but I hadn't thought you to be a religious man.
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... yeah, I'm really not.
Guess it just reminded me of some people I know.
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week 2, wednesday
Primrose-san.... Are you doing okay? Able to get healed at all?
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[ But that should pass. ]
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week 3, monday
What's even the ideal snack for romcom movie night...
[oh]
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[ Primrose is still ye olde. ]
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[1/i'll get back to you]
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week 3, friday
Hey, Primrose-san....
I'm glad you're okay.
[he'll say it, even though he saw her just before they passed out]
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[ She looks a little weary... but all the same, she smiles at him. ]
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Week 4, Friday
She'll at least nod in greeting?? ]
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.... hey.
.... can I ask what's on your mind, Primrose-san?
[since he can't even begin to guess]
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Week 5, Monday
What a mysteriously calming place this is.
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[but he manages a smile]
Looking around, Primrose-san?
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week 5, wednesday
Oh, Primrose-san, I've been meaning to ask for a while...
[he'll go to gently take her hand in his, fingers brushing against hers as if still shy enough to ask for permission]
May I have this dance?
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It happens.
But she nods, slowly. She's not about to turn away a dance partner even if she is mildly confused. ]
You may.
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Week 5, Sunday
[ Primrose, approaching Mineo, throwing down the gauntlet or something immediately-- ]
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and nods, rolling up his sleeves.]
Yeah. Let's go.
[off to the gym to at least get out of everyone's way]
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week 7, tuesday
Ah - Primrose-san...!
Do you have a second...?
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[ She pauses, turning towards him. Her expression, at least, is perfectly neutral. ]
What is it?
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