SORRY WE'RE LATE >|. joint post from mitsuya and micchin.
Micchin had a rolling, easy motion to her walk, helped along by how deeply her hands were usually dug into her pockets, when she was not busy smoking: this was one of those times. She did not look as intimidating as she usually tried to, just now, for she was walking with Mitsuya and the older girl was occupying all of the energy that Micchin usually saved for projecting an aura of any kind at all. Mystery, threat, whatever.
"I wish it were the drinking water," she was admitting as she kept walking; they were making their way up one of the greens on the Asakage campus, picking their way across the lawn in the dark. There were paths, of course. The paths were just... not the way to go. It was cool out, but not cold, and Micchin had been having the urge to slip off her shoes and wander, barefoot, in the grass for a while. So far, it remained suppressed, but... "But that doesn't do a thing for the watches, and that's. Screwy, yeah?"
"It's fascinating--like something out of a novel, don't you think?" The hem of Mitsuya's long skirt swished steadily against the tips of the grass underfoot as she walked backwards in front of Micchin, far more steady than she ought to be considering, well, the obvious--it was clear she'd had some practice at this. Her hands hand been clasped behind her, but one now moved to her breast pocket to remove the watch that had been placed there, its chain draped just so to give the appearance of carelessness while being the exact opposite. "A dozen people or more, entirely unrelated save for having the same dream one night unbeknownst to each other, and the same gift given to them by a mysterious benefactor..."
A sudden idea stopped her in her tracks, and she toyed with the chain of the watch thoughtfully. "I wonder what will be next?" she mused. "Surely there must be more to this than a mere shared dream and a few scattered pocketwatches. Do you recall what he said? I suspect that that, too, was the same for all of us..."
"I recall that it was creepy and kinda, up close and personal. It sounded like the freaky version of a GoodMom Lecture." As opposed to her mother's BadMom Lectures, which generally figured the ways in which she had occupied herself in her youth, and how many motorcycle races she had been in, and how many she had judged. GoodMom Lectures were far more Igor-like, all about responsibility. Not about... well, 'destiny' coming. So she amended her statement. "Just not as ominous. Did you get like... WooOooOoo, something is coming?"
Part of Micchin hoped that Mitsuya had instead gotten a long message about one of her books or something. It would be less fearsome, in a way. And less unnerving.
"It could still be a really, really epic April Fool's Day thing, just like... a day late?"
"If it were, I'd never rest until I found the one responsible and shook their hand. Someone with such devotion to making the world a stranger place to live in ought to be commended rather than toiling away in obscurity." Mitsuya found a conveniently-placed tree to lean against, idly working the lid of the watch open with a slightly-too-long thumbnail. Before she shut it again, she glanced inside, taking note of the time. Just about 9? It was earlier than she'd thought. "But I suppose you're probably right," she sighed. "I couldn't dare dream that anything else might be the case. The world simply doesn't work that way, as much as I wish it might."
Micchin stopped a few paces away, coming to stand at an easy resting position, hands withdrawn from her pockets to rest on her hips. She tipped her head slightly and looked at her strange, strange friend, with her long dress and her multi-colored hair. The look was a bit more sensitive than Micchin's normal fare: just now, as much as it required effort, she was trying to empathize. Sympathize. She couldn't remember the difference just now.