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A scientific experiment of the highest order is in progress. One which includes raspberry fudge, brie and crackers, and several different wines. Autor plans to get tipsy today, and he'll do it in style.

He'll also do it with help. Autor endures light ribbing by Sunshine, who has promised to stay with him and make sure he doesn't do anything foolish while even slightly inebriated--a serious concern of his, especially with a sprained ankle. She's keeping to tea today, just in case.

Autor raises a glass, his cheeks already tingling. He swirls the wine, as he has seen done before. Then he holds it up to his nose and takes a deep breath. "Ah, yes. This clean, buttery wine has a heady bouquet with oak notes, and a spicy aroma of vanilla and currant," he says, and takes a sip. "Sadly, it is broad--it has a full body aroma, but lacks any finesse to its taste."

Rae grins, sipping her tea. "Try harder not to sound like you memorized the book, Autor."

[OOC: Two pups, two muns! All threads will come after Rae and Autor's, when the boy is already tipsy.]

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"Oh, yes you can," Autor says, sitting up straight. He raises a hand to count off his points, but gets confused by the second one and abandons it. "I don't want you to take a nickname you don't like or want and I definitely don't wanna offer you affection when you don't want it, either, but I don't know that I can help that, but it's totally your choice on whether or not to accept it, but whether or not you do probably won't change the fact that I'm gonna offer my handkerchief to you and still feel this way."

He covers his heart with a hand. "Miss Kuriyama, you deserve so much more than you think you deserve, and I can't wave a magic wand and fix that but I wish I could make you see just how lovely I think you are."

And then, realizing what he's saying, the boy blushes. "Ah," he croaks, and glances to Rae, desperate to change the subject. "Is that why you're so nice to me?"

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"I'm not nice to you, Autor," Rae grins at him, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. 'Nice' can cover a multitude of sins, in her opinion. Like 'polite.'

"I'm your friend. That covers just about everything, I should think. Not the least of which is that I care about you, your happiness, and your well-being."

And it's Rae's words that put Mirai's problem in focus.

"I- I don't think I know how to be a friend right now," she says to Autor. "And I don't know when I'll be able to be one. B-but... but thank you..."

"That's okay," Autor says, a little excitable. "You can learn if you want to--I did, and it took a long time, and I still think I'm pretty bad at it--and you have to really have to want to. And it takes time, and sometimes you can watch what other people do and take notes--Rae, I'm a really good note-taker, aren't I? You should show her the notes! Ooh, maybe I can take notes for you, Miss Kuriyama."

Autor adjusts his glasses over his blush, nodding.

"He does take phenomenal notes," Rae admits, smiling, "when he's not utterly drunk."

His notes from this particular experiment, well... they will certainly make for interesting study once Autor sobers up.

"I- I'll let you know if I want notes," Mirai agrees before drinking down more of her tea.

She has a feeling Autor will be around for whenever that will be.

"Aha!" Autor says, pointing a triumphant finger at Rae. "I knew you thought I was drunk. I just knew it, and now I get to argue against you: I am not. Therefore, you are incorrect. Hahaha."

Point made, he folds his arms--also triumphantly--and adopts an expression that matches the smuggest kittens. Then he turns to Mirai, unfurling and softening. "Are you hungry?"

"Oops, you got me," Rae grins at him, holding her hands up. "I stand corrected. You're completely sober."

Yeaaaaah, no.

"If it makes you feel any better, Miss Kuriyami, he's not usually this overtly affectionate."

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It kind of does, actually.

"Ah, I am hungry," she answers, some of the tension in her body bleeding away. "What kind of muffins are these again?"

Autor smiles. "Oh, good. Well, we have brie and crackers and pumpkin muffins--pumpkin is my favorite--and tea, but oh, you have tea. And raspberry fudge, and we can order anything you like from the bar."

He blinks at Rae. "Speaking of affection..." he starts, and then sits up straight. He pulls a ruler and pen out of his pocket, and starts scribbling on a napkin, muttering to himself. "Nicknames, absolutely too much. But gifts? And compliments? Hand holding, that's definitely too much--that even makes me blush! What about food?"

Eventually, he turns the napkin around to face the two women. "This is a very serious graph," Autor says, very seriously indeed. "It also looks like cat."

"There are a few different kinds - pumpkin, of course; blueberry; cream cheese; cinnamon-apple; and walnut-raisin," Rae answers Mirai's question.

"That is definitely.... a graph, Autor," Sunshine can't help but grin at it. "The cat-ears of affection."

"It's....actually really accurate," Mirai admits once she makes out Autor's scrawl.

She then picks out a blueberry muffin for herself, pinching morsels of it off with delicate fingertips and noshing.

"Is it?" Autor asks, almost shy. And then he breaks into a grin. "That's good! Hopefully that means I'm getting to know you a little better and I won't mess up as much. But I don't want to overwhelm you, either. Your being comfortable is very important."

He sits back, grinning up at Rae. "I did a good!"

"Yes, yes you did," Rae grins at him. "For your good, you get tea."

Milliways is the kind of place where there is often an extra cup when one needs it - and there just so happens to be an extra one when she goes to pour something other than wine for the drunken teen.

Her own comfort is all well and good, but she's already told Autor she's not sure if she can be comfortable. This is probably going to get worse before it gets better, isn't it?

But now that she's thinking of it...

"Are you comfortable, Autor-senpai? You look like you're still injured from the roller disco."

In fact, he was like this the last time they spoke, wasn't he? And she didn't even ask after it or offer to help him out. Why did he call her kind again?

Autor blinks at being addressed, and then glances to his foot. "Ooh, yes, I crashed into someone else and they slid into a table and broke their wrist. But I'm all right! It's really, really sore and I can't stand on my toes but I'm okay and thank you for asking."

He wiggles his toes for her benefit, despite it being under the table and generally unseen. "It should heal by December, and I'll have to make sure I don't trip before then, because it's awful wobbly."