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[fujimaru]

It's Ritsuka! I've either fallen asleep or couldn't find my phone in time, so leave a message.

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[fujimaru]

[ Day 51 means Ritsuka is back to normal, so: ]

Sure? ヾ(•ω•`)o
If anything's broken it's not my fault though!

[fanstheflames]

If anything's broken, it's usually MY fault. But...
I don't think I broke anything...
Maybe????

[fujimaru]

Probably not??
Let's just assume that if no one comes yelling about it we're safe o(*￣▽￣*)ブ
Where do you wanna meet?

[fanstheflames]

I can drop by Cerberus, maybe? I've got something for you.

[fujimaru]

That works!
See you in a few

[fanstheflames]

[ There's a kind of thudding sound in a bit at the door. Tsuruno has a bag and is also holding ten plastic balls carefully, either in her arms or tucked under her chin. One is secured by her ponytail band. It's fine. ]

[fujimaru]

[ She opens the door, then affects the most deadpan expression that she can: ]

What's the password?

[fanstheflames]

Eat at Banbanzai.

[ without hesitation. ]

[fujimaru]

That works! Come in.

[ CERBERUS IS CERBERUS the only real difference is that she has in fact left the balls in the pit. They have fifty now!! Yay! ]

[fanstheflames]

Oh, whoa. [ she blinks at the balls. ]

Can I just dump mine in there? Is there an official passing over ceremony I have to do?

[fujimaru]

Go ahead! As a generous contributor, you can have an extra thirty minutes when this thing is finally full.

[ She is, in fact, taking out her phone to make a note. ]

[fanstheflames]

Thanks! I haven't been in a ballpit since I was eight!

[ And she'll carefully make her way over there and dump the balls in, pausing to free the one from her hair tie. ]

[fujimaru]

Neither have I, but when I saw this thing, I couldn't resist.

And anyway, I think it's funny with the rest of the decor. [ a pause as she pitches her voice lower, as much as she can manage ] Ohhhhh, we're the big scary dog from the underworld~ oh no~

[ and then back to normal: ] But a dog has to have balls, right?

[fanstheflames]

I stopped taking it seriously when they added in the cuddle pit. But absolutely, a dog should have balls!

[fujimaru]

I wasn't here for most of the decoration decisions, I can only work with what is given to me.

[ She's very solemn as she says it, then pins Tsuruno with a thoughtful look. ]

How are you doing?

[fanstheflames]

[ She pauses, then offers Ritsuka the bag. Homemade cookies. ]

Do you want the automatic answer or the "give me a second to think about it" answer?

[fujimaru]

I'd prefer the real one, honestly.

[ She peeks into the bag, then looks up again. ]

We can talk over these and milk? Or tea. I have so much tea right now.

[fanstheflames]

[ With a little smile that's half-resigned. ]

Sure. I'll help you get through the tea.

[fujimaru]

I'm okay at it, I promise.

[ She knows that's not the issue, but she keeps her tone light as she leads the way into the kitchen. ]

Li-sensei is a pretty strict teacher about that sort of stuff. You don't know disapproval till an old man looks at you over his sunglasses and shakes his head.

[fanstheflames]

[ And Tsuruno trots after her, head tilted. ]

That kind of sounds like a movie-style training montage.

[fujimaru]

It kind of was? You don't know intense till you get to know tea people.

[ She's selecting a milk oolong, holding the bag out for Tsuruno to sniff and approve/disapprove. ]

Though I guess Li-sensei is just kind of intense period.

[fanstheflames]

Sensei? Did he also train you how to fight, along with tea-brewing?

[ With a thumbs' up once she's sniffed the bag. ]

[fujimaru]

Actually, no. I've asked, but he always refused.

[ She gets the tea brewing, though her expression is thoughtful. ]

"You can barely hold a spear, let alone kill with it." That's what he told me.

[fanstheflames]

...

I can't tell if he was saying it because you have noodle arms or if it was meant to be deeper.

1/2

[fujimaru]

Oh no, he'd make much more explicit fun of me if it was that.