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[shesgotguts]

house #1490
husband ❧ daughter ❧ son
sister ☆ daughter ☆ nope ☆ no way

owner of Good Golly, Miss Holly!
principal's assistant at Altaciere High School
member of the Holly Heights Welcoming Committee

"Your queen, Milly Ashford, isn't here right now, so feel free to leave a message!! She'll have a servant get back to you ASAP!"

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point for me~ what's the scoreboard looking like?

[shesgotguts]

[hot and dangerous, like usual. she chuckles and steps out of his way, pulling out a chair for him. but as soon as that happens, she's moving out the door, looking over her shoulder.]

Just have a seat and relax! I'll get that coffee for you!

[mid-sentence, she decides she doesn't trust her staff to make coffee that will meet her standards, so off she goes to do it herself. she returns a few minutes later with two cups, topped off with whipped cream (because every coffee should be a treat).]

Sorry about that. I was going to have Debbie get it, but then I realised we wouldn't see it for weeks. So, one Ashford Special for you!

like a large rectangle with numbers on it.

[sealant]

[ Despite it being Milly, there's still a weird tension that comes from entering the principal's office. He does it anyway, though, crossing the room to slump into the chair. He relaxes into his usual slouch, glancing back to watch her leave.

For a second, he ponders nodding off for a little bit again...but no. Instead, he'll just stare around the office until she returns, taking in all the little Milly tweaks she'd made to it.

No strippers, though. Not yet. ]

Thanks.

[ He accepts the coffee, cradling it between both his hands, and takes a slow sip. ]

Sorry for intruding like this.

...we can't be friends anymore

[shesgotguts]

[she shouldn't even have the office, but the real principal didn't mind moving to where hers would be. but her office is just like her house-- pictures of her friends are in frames around the room, papers are scattered across her desk, and there's quite a few coffee cups hiding where they shouldn't.

but she takes her own coffee and sits in her spinny chair, and gives him a gentle smile.]

You're not intruding! I love having visitors when I'm working, so you're absolutely golden. Though... what's up? Do you need me to sign off on something for you? Is there trouble in a class?

WORTH IT

[sealant]

No. Everything's fine.

[ As fine as interdimensional suburbia high school can be, anyway. ]

I wanted to know if you knew anybody in the orchestra, or who played classical.

NO..... no............ i'm hurt.

[shesgotguts]

[if everything is fine, maybe he came just to see h-- oh. okay. that works too.]

I used to. I think he went back home... But have you tried with the Conservatorium? I'm sure the woman who runs it would know better than I would.

[sealant]

[ That also! That also. ]

The Conservatorium...that might work. [ He takes another sip, grateful for the perk-up, and looks up at her again. ] Are they all natives?

[shesgotguts]

I don't know. I only visited with Oswald when it was empty. But it would attract the sort of person you're looking for.

[she sips her coffee, then swipes a bit of whipped cream off the top with her finger and puts it in her mouth.]

Are you looking to learn how to play the piano, or something?

[sealant]

It's not for me. I'm...

[ O-oh. Hello. He falters briefly, then forges ahead. ]

Nonon-san wants to do a live orchestral performance for the radio. [ But, of course, this requires an orchestra. ] She's tutoring me on violin, so I'm asking for her.

[shesgotguts]

[she notices him stop in the middle of a sentence, and doesn't quite understand why, but then he mentions a girl~ which makes sense. would he be going through all this trouble if it was just for him? she smiles slyly and leans back.]

Ah, well, we'll find people to make Nonon's performance a success! And Maybe she'll be so grateful, she'll kiss you. Maybe Nat and Sayaka know a few people too. Music club members and all.

1/2

[sealant]

[ He gives her a flat look when she mentions the kissing. ]

That won't happen.

[sealant]

[ Thinking about it is nice, though...

...

...no. Focus. ]

She's serious about authentic classical. That's why I thought about natives.

[shesgotguts]

It could. You never know! Maybe all this effort will get you a girlfriend~!

[a girlfriend that's not milly, but she'll get over that. eventually.]

Then we'll just have to ask around! I could ask Landy too. He and I are friends, so I'm sure he'll help me find your girl authentic classical musicians!

[sealant]

...you and the Landlord are friends?

[shesgotguts]

Mhmm! We talked the one time, but I think you boys were asleep. He was very polite. And he gave me that pool jousting set! So I'd say we're on very good terms!

[sealant]

...

[ "Asking to be sent home would be a waste of time", he thinks. Better to just drink some more coffee. ]

I see...that'd help a lot, Milly-san.

[shesgotguts]

Then I'll shoot him a letter today. For you.

[she smiles and sighs, jotting down a note for herself quickly.]

Is there anything else you'd like for me to ask him?

[sealant]

Thank you.

[ The shake of his head comes quickly. Already he feels guilty about asking someone else. ]

No. [ ... ] ...unless you want to alter some grades.

[shesgotguts]

[she takes another sip of her coffee, and then laughs.]

Makoto, I'm afraid I can't do that, no matter how handsome I think you are. [a pause.] But if you tell me what classes you're having trouble with, I can talk to the teacher about offering extra credit.

[sealant]

That's too bad.

[ Extra credit, though. His gaze drifts off her and towards the window, mentally calculating his schedule. He's got half an hour until work at Honeybee, four hours there, then over to the radio station until midnight...then up at six tomorrow morning to do it all again.

He sighs. ]

I don't think I have the time.

[shesgotguts]

[she sighs, and stares at him with a concerned expression on her face. he looks exhausted, like she feels, but she doesn't know how to help him. she takes another sip of her coffee, and writes another note for herself.]

Listen, I'll figure out the logistics. Just tell me what classes you're having a problem in, and I'll get everything in order for you. [doing this felt like favouritism, but she would do it for any of the students. really.] Just... Trust me.

[sealant]

I trust you.

[ That much he can say without hesitation. It had been a joke, but his grades really had been slipping. The tiredness she saw was one he carried with him all the time. It was just that now - much like her at other times - it had begun to show. ]

...history, a little. And biology.

[shesgotguts]

[another note is written down.] I will talk to both of your teachers first thing tomorrow. We'll get you right back to where you want to be.

I don't want you to have to retake classes or anything. Especially when you're so bright. It would be an absolute waste of your time, and you need all the sleeping hours you can get!

[sealant]

...

[ Mentioning that he gets sleep in class would probably not help. He can see the worry in her eyes, and hates that he caused it. Makoto covers that thought by draining quite a deal of the coffee, the drink starting to work its way through his system. He's alert enough now to sit up properly. ]

Thank you.

[ That time, it's in a much more formal tone. He shakes off those darker thoughts and focuses just on her. ]

...how have you been, Milly-san? I'm here to visit you, too.

[shesgotguts]

[she can hear the formality in his voice, and it feels like she's taking so many steps backwards with him. with all of her friends, even. but she says nothing, flipping through her papers for a moment, then looking up at him with a soft smile.]

I'm. I'm really glad you are. I was worried we were going to be all business! But I'm... Living! Busy, but living.

[at school all day, then at the strip club all night, and if she's got a break, she's making calls for natsuru and sayaka's wedding. she can sleep when she's dead.]

[sealant]

[ It's a tricky business when opening up is the very thing that makes him want to back away. He has to remind himself - very firmly, covering the thought again with another gulp of coffee - that this is Milly. He said he trusts her, and he does.

So calm the hell down, boy. He relaxes his tone, trying for a faint hint of a smile, if only to make her feel better. ]

Looks like we're both overworking ourselves.