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[halfemptyglasses]

Mirai has close to her normal level of self-esteem and functionality back, enough of it to go down to the bar by herself. It's ultimately not much of a change from what she was doing in her room. She tucks herself in a secluded booth, buries herself in a blanket, and picks at a plate of nachos.

Bringing more nachos would be nice.

[ooc: Warning for discussion of suicidal ideation in the threads.]

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[hot_water]

Tahno is not bringing nachos as he saunters up--because he doesn't know what they are--but he is bringing two cups of green tea, and hopefully that's just as good.

"Hey, little miss," he drawls in greeting, flashing a smile. "How're ya?"

[halfemptyglasses]

She shrugs through her blanket.

"I got nachos."

That's usually a sign of positive things.

[hot_water]

"Nachos," Tahno repeats, rolling his tongue across the unfamiliar word. He sets the tea down and points to the cheesy--he thinks that's cheese--triangles. "Nachos? They any good?"

[halfemptyglasses]

"Yeah," she answers, plucking another for herself. "Wanna try?"

[hot_water]

Tahno nods and pinches a corner of the chip to make sure his fingers don't get messy. He chomps it whole, and sucks the viscous cheese off of his index finger where it landed. "Huh. Wow. These are really good," he says, and plucks up another. "So you cold today? What's up with the blanket?"

[halfemptyglasses]

".....just kinda sad. The usual."

[hot_water]

"Aw," Tahno says, and nudges her tea towards her with a finger. He sits down opposite her, and scoops up his own tea. "What's gotcha down?"

[halfemptyglasses]

She pokes at some of her veggie toppings, idly scooping them on the chip.

"I don't know how to take nice things."

[hot_water]

Tahno indulges in his drink, mulling this over. "Man, that's tough. Can... Can you, like, start small, and go from there? Treat yerself to ice cream or somethin'?"

[intoaman]

"Miss Kuriyama? Are you okay?" Diaval comes over, looking worried.

[halfemptyglasses]

"Hey, Diaval-san," she greets. "I'm just...kinda blue."

[intoaman]

He looks confused. "You still look very pink to me?"

[halfemptyglasses]

She manages a little smile at that.

"It's a phrase I heard studying English. It means I'm sad."

[intoaman]

"Oh. Is there anything I can do to help? I don't know very much about making people not sad but I'd like to help if I can."

[halfemptyglasses]

Mirai shrugs again.

"I don't mind if you want to sit with me. But fair warning, I might just stay sad."

[intoaman]

He sits and nods, looking down at his hands. "I'm sad too so we can be sad together if you like."

[halfemptyglasses]

She sits up a little.

"You're sad, too?"

[forgottenmotley]

Here is perhaps the last person Mirai wants to see. The Fool ambles into the Bar, a black and white puppy at his heels. The puppy breaks away from walking by the Fool's heels and bounds over to booth, wiggling like a wiggly thing.

He does the play bow and places his paws up on the seat.

[halfemptyglasses]

It's possible she smells weird to the puppy. The kittens she's met haven't had any complaints, but who knows?

"Ah, who are you?" she asks the puppy. "These probably aren't good for you."

[forgottenmotley]

The puppy doesn't seem to mind her smell. He just wiggles and asks for scratches.

Meanwhile, the Fool wanders over to catch up with his dog. He has a fairly pronounced limp and uses a walking stick to help with it. "His name is Jocundus. It means happiness."

[halfemptyglasses]

Mirai scritches behind the pup's ear with her bandaged hand, looking up when the Fool speaks.

"It's not an unpleasant name. But then, that's usually the case when the name fits."

The Fool's presence doesn't seem to worsen her already glum mood.

[forgottenmotley]

"He is rarely unpleasant, except for when he brings me something like a dead rabbit."

Jocundos appears to be melting under her touches. As she scratches the dog, the Fool pulls over a chair and sits in it. He places his hand in the palm and rests his elbow on his knee.

[halfemptyglasses]

"That's what some dogs do, though, isn't it? It's what they're born to do."

She gently rubs the puppy's ear with her thumb in the midst of all the scratches.

"Some things are just meant to be unpleasant."

[forgottenmotley]

"Yes. And he is very good at being silly."

At this rate Jocundos is never going to leave her.

"So they are. But there are unpleasant things around so that we might remember the pleasant things."

[halfemptyglasses]

"Easier said than done."