✿ nolongeralonerose arrived at Music Room #3
Hugging his treasured plush bunny to his chest, Mitsukuni bounced towards the club’s latest guest, a boyish energy practically spilling from him as usual. With a bright and cheery tone, the miniature blonde would be the first to greet the fellow student on this occasion, welcoming her into the club. “Good morning~!”
“Mm. I think I will get that then,” he murmured, eyes going over the dessert section of the menu. He knew that he wanted to eat — the chicken parm — but for after, he still wasn’t set. The restaurant was pretty popular for its ice cream, and he liked it well enough…but there was also the Italian ice as an option. “I’m having a hard time deciding between the Italian ice and the ice cream…” Then again, the strawberries in whipped cream sounded good too…Mm. “This is why I avoid dessert. Too many options…” When the waitress came along, he put in his order, pausing for a second to look at Mitsukuni before he finished his order. The look on his face said he disapproved of cake and ice cream, but he was going to let it pass…as usual. “I think I would like the lemon Italian ice after the sandwich, thank you.” He passed the menu back to her before turning and staring at Usa-chan. “So, he would like cake? Strawberry, at that? Mm. You two seem to have the same tastes when it comes to cake…Is he going to finish it all this time?” He asked, raising a brow. He really shouldn’t have been surprised by the dessert order for the stuffed rabbit. Mitsukuni did it all the time. He ordered for Usa-chan, then ate it himself. “Hm?” His gaze went back to the blond, brow still raised. He was veeery interested in what Mitsukuni had to say for himself.It was a sometimes sore subject, though one that couldn’t always be avoided; an unfortunate truth that Mitsukuni had to live with. It never really tended to bother him for any great amount of time as he wasn’t an overly pensive person, attention span often snapping quickly onto more lighthearted topics. Despite this, the situation with his brother was one that brought the blonde senior all sorts of difficult emotions. He sometimes wished that he could have a relationship with Yasuchika like Takashi had with Satoshi — perhaps one day, though that seemed to be something very far down the line.
Looking over to Takashi with a lively smile, he accepted the menu and gave it a quick glance over, though he already knew what he wanted once his heart ( —and stomach) had been set on pizza and ice cream earlier. “Mhm~! You always liked the iced tea here. Their Sencha is good too, but it’s too warm to tea today. I think I’ll get iced tea, too.” Wiggling about in his seat, he reached for the napkins and tucked one under his collar — eating was always a messy job for Mitsukuni — before setting one over Usa-chan’s lap as well. Before long a waitress had come to their table to take their order, one that they recognised, and Mitsukuni had given his order with his usual overly cutesy appearance which was followed by a childish giggle. Wait … !
“— Oh! And Usa-chan will have a slice of your strawberry cake~!”
He knew that he forgot something in the order! Of course, the cake was for himself, though this way he at least had some sort of half excuse for ordering both cake and ice cream. Large brown hues glanced over at Takashi to check for his reaction, smiling innocently at him.
He sat in quiet patience while Takashi placed his order, legs swaying beneath him under the table, occasionally nicking the elder’s legs with a light kick. He was going to suggest that if Takashi couldn’t decide on what he wanted for his sweet course that they could share the ice cream that Mitsukuni had ordered, though he managed to eventually reach a decision. The offer would still stand however if Takashi still wanted some of the dessert when it arrived. “You can have some of my ice cream if you want later, Takashi.” Sharing was caring.
His disapproving look didn’t go unnoticed, though the blonde paid little heed to it. It was a face he had seen many times before and knew how to wiggle his way out of situations such as this. A sickly-sweet smile appeared on Mitsukuni’s features as he nodded at the clearly sarcastic question. “Yep! Strawberry is his favourite, too.” How convenient, right? “But.. if he doesn’t finish it I guess that I could have what he didn’t want.” I would be a shame to let perfectly good cake go to waste! An absolute shame. With a cutesy giggle, bouncing slightly in his seat, the loli host concluded his defence for the ordering of extra dessert. Takashi wouldn’t buy it, he never did. He already knew the truth though would probably play along with the puerile act. Mitsukuni was a growing boy (…the growth spurt was coming soon; just wait) with a healthy appetite. He just happened to favour sweet things.
“Its nice to meet you as well—! My name is Xion.”
“I’ve never met anybody with that name before! Where are you from, Xion? Do you go to school here, too?”
