[Mikasa has somehow gotten stuck working security — probably since it's a holiday and all, and there isn't as much manpower to go around. Mostly people are in high spirits (hur hur) so there hasn't been much work to do. It's dull, really, and Mikasa has spent most of the time patrolling the grounds and keeping an eye out for nonexistent thieves and other miscreants.
Eventually an old busybody pulls her aside and coerces her into watching his stand while he takes care of an errand. This takes much longer than anticipated. In fact, her stalwart companion has even decided to take a nap, resting his head on the toe of Mikasa's boot.
Still, Mikasa continues to stand watch, stoically and at attention. If someone happens by with tasty food of some sort, though, he or she might here the distinct sound of a stomach growling.]
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[Wow, that is a mighty fine pile of leaves you have going there. It would a shame that if, while your back is turned, a certain little prankster got the drop on you and scattered all of your hard work into the breeze with a few flaps from her wings.
Don't mind the girl hustling after her, either. They definitely don't know each other. At least that's what Mikasa would like to pretend once she finally reaches the scene of the crime. By then, Sirin the Murkrow is back in the air, circling the area and letting out a string of caws that sound a bit too much like laughter.]
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[Mikasa has somehow gotten stuck working security — probably since it's a holiday and all, and there isn't as much manpower to go around. Mostly people are in high spirits (hur hur) so there hasn't been much work to do. It's dull, really, and Mikasa has spent most of the time patrolling the grounds and keeping an eye out for nonexistent thieves and other miscreants.
Eventually an old busybody pulls her aside and coerces her into watching his stand while he takes care of an errand. This takes much longer than anticipated. In fact, her stalwart companion has even decided to take a nap, resting his head on the toe of Mikasa's boot.
Still, Mikasa continues to stand watch, stoically and at attention. If someone happens by with tasty food of some sort, though, he or she might here the distinct sound of a stomach growling.]
[ 4 ]
[Wow, that is a mighty fine pile of leaves you have going there. It would a shame that if, while your back is turned, a certain little prankster got the drop on you and scattered all of your hard work into the breeze with a few flaps from her wings.
Don't mind the girl hustling after her, either. They definitely don't know each other. At least that's what Mikasa would like to pretend once she finally reaches the scene of the crime. By then, Sirin the Murkrow is back in the air, circling the area and letting out a string of caws that sound a bit too much like laughter.]
…Sorry. Let me help.