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[OOM: Mirai's night is interrupted by something that goes bump.]

The door opens on a cool April night, but only briefly. In that moment, Kuriyama Mirai darts through and slams it shut behind her. She leans against it, sagging down to the floor in some relief even as the door shakes slightly from a collide on the other side. She winds a hand through her hair, trying to figure out what to do now.

Whatever was pursuing her eventually retreats unseen. Unless you're one of those who can see the things that go bump in the night, that is. Then you might notice a bandage-like appendage pinned between the door and the jamb as it slithers back to its side.

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Tahno glances up from his noodles, blinking at the sudden entrance. He abandons his food and saunters over to offer her a hand. "Hey, little miss. You all right?" he drawls, smiling. "Also, y'know, hi."

Mirai looks up. "Oh. Hi..."

She turns her head up before facing Tahno again. "I guess so," she answers, putting her hand in his.

Tahno tugs gently, but mostly lets her get up under her own power. He releases her hand. "Somethin' scare ya back home? Ya look like you were runnin'."

She brushes off the back of her skirt once she's on her feet again.

"S-something like that," she answers. "Ah, it's been a while, Tahno-san."

"Has it? Yeah, I guess it has been a month and a half or so," Tahno responds, drawing his fingers across his chin. "You ever take yer test?"

"Yeah, I did that a couple of months ago. I've got my license." She bows here as she says, "Thank you for your help with that, Tahno-san."

"Aw, nice," Tahno drawls. He'd like to ruffle her hair or something, but she'd probably not like that kind of acknowledgement. "Good fer you. And yer welcome. Ya don't gotta bow to me, though. You workin' now?"

She looks towards the door again with a, "Sort of. I even got a job through the Society of Spirit World Warriors."

"Hey, there ya go! We should celebrate," the boy drawls cheerfully, clapping his hands together once. "We can get a moon peach pie or something. Guess you won't need me anymore for practicin', huh?"

"...moon peach pie?" she repeats. "I did kind of just leave dinner."

"Well, that ain't good. I'm havin' squid and octopus 'n' noodles," he says, and starts leading the way back to the bar. "Come have dinner with me! We can get ya whatever you want. Kale cookies, pickled fish..."

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Mirai pauses a moment and goes, "Ah, hold on." She digs in her pocket and retrieves her T-Minus. No new messages. She shrugs and goes to join him.

"Squid and octopus in noodles sounds good," she agrees. "And so does that moon peach pie."

Tahno seats himself where he was seated before and orders a watermelon juice. He lets Mirai order whatever she plans to order by herself, but he does order the moon peace pie, with a dollop of whipped cream.

"What's that little thing?" he asks, referring to the T-Minus.

"Ah? Oh, this is a T-Minus. I use it to send messages." She holds it out for him to see. "It's actually alive, so it needs to be fed sugary things.... that probably sounds kind of weird."

"Yup, you guessed it," Tahno drawls, sipping his juice. "That is weird. Man, what's wrong with writing notes? Hafta get all fancy on me."

His grin probably belies the fact that he's teasing her.

"You get it from here or is that parta yer world?"

Mirai flails just a little while that filters into her head. "Ah, that- b-but what's wrong with sending notes like this?"

She sighs and puts her T-Minus back in her pocket. "It's from here, but it can work from different worlds. Some other people here have them, too, like Autor-senpai and President von Schweetz."

Tahno snickers. "Ain't nothin' wrong with sending notes like that. I was teasin' ya. Relax, man."

He laces his fingers together under his chin, resting his elbows on the table. "Flower kid too, huh? Nice. And it can work while yer at home? That's pretty useful."

Mirai sits down at his table at that. "He's probably given me more food than flowers at this point, actually."

"Fattenin' ya up to eat cha?" Tahno drawls, his smile slow and even. "Well, you'd take food better than ya would flowers, right? I mean, food ya can at least eat; flowers kind of die. Is he a good cook?"

"D-don't be unpleasant," she gets out, her cheeks pink.

She's distracted by the arrival of her food, setting her bowl on the table. "...he is," she answers once she's got it all. "He even made udon by hand for me."

Tahno plucks up a bite of squid with his chopsticks. "He goes to a lot of trouble for you, huh?" he comments neutrally. "What're ya gonna do about him?"

"I don't know. I don't ask him to."

But now that she thinks about it, she could, couldn't she? Friends ask each other favors, and he's said he wants to be friends.

"Well, if he ever gets annoyin', don't be afraid to tell him off," Tahno drawls, taking a break to eat a few of his noodles. "You can tell me the same and I might even listen."

"How will I know?" she half-jokes.

"Easy," Tahno drawls, and takes a drink before he teases back. "You stop sayin' we're unpleasant."