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firerose · 3 years

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headcannons about each individual member kf the seven as dark?

So I decided to split this answer into seven seperate posts because otherwise it would be too long (I'm having to much fun wit this XD)

I'll post the first one here <3

Ok, here we go <3, Hazel: People expected her to change after Franks death She had lost her boyfriend at fourteen no one expected that to be easy So none said anything when she kneeled over his grave for five whole days and nights Reyna simply brought her food and hot chocolate and mourned with her But if they all could have had a look into Hazel's mind they could have seen the slow death of the sweet kind girl she used to be Thoughts of hate begin to burn inside her She asks herself why Juno who saved Franks stick from burning up as a baby refused to do it a second time. The question makes her storm up to Olympus, her brown eyes hard with anger Her friends are with her, Of course, they want to protect each other now that one of them has fallen Juno awaits them in her usual glory, tall with a cloak around her shoulder and .. jewellery precious metals decorating her arms and neck "Why didn't? Do you save him? Was he just a weapon you did not need anymore?!, hazel shouts out her suspicion and now people, gods and demigods alike begin to worry The queen of Olympus remains silent She sees the hatred in hazels eyes and regrets not answering her grandsons screams for help when he burned in the flames Her silence is Hazel's answer and in her growing rage the necklace on Juno's neck starts chocking the goddess Hazel does not feel remorse, only satisfaction as she hears Junos choking It is Percy's hand on her shoulder that snaps her out and Juno's necklace flys into her open hand "You will never use a demigod like that again I will make sure of that. She says and then with one last glare leaves Things are not the same when shes back at camp Jupiter Everything and everyone annoys her, reminds her of what she has lost They are around her all the time like, Leo who reminds her of Sammy, Jason who made Frank Praetor, Percy who loved Frank like a brother Whenever they talk about Frank she feels the desire to yell at them One time when Jason tries to comfort her once again she snaps "You don't have to do this just because you made Frank Praetor and you feel guilty.", Hazel tells him a bit too harshly and Jason leaves her She feels guilty so she does her best to act as grateful as possible from now on The days are very hard for her That is why she loves the night She hasn't forgotten the power rush she got on Olympus and that is why keeps practising She steals weapons from the night patrols She makes the tunnels under the field of Mars change so that they all lead to dead ends When some of the new Rome's war veterans talk about having seen lost loved ones at night Hazel pretends to not listen She just thanks Jason in her thoughts for telling her so much about the ones that fell in the titan war Hazel disappears two weeks after Frank's death The remaining five of the seven are devastated They immediately go searching for her but even after five months there is no sign of her Other demigods start whispering Even Thalia who visits Reyna often is part of those whispers She doesn't know hazel and Frank well and yet what she has heard reminds her so much of the story of a friend she had once lost He had been left alone with his fate with his insane mother just like Hazel Thalia fears that now that Hazel has lost a loved one she will seek revenge just like Luke once did. Nico and Percy are Hazel's greatest defenders They deny every rumour and says that Hazel just needs time to calm down it's the only thing that keeps them from drowning in their guilt Hazell has gone to her old home in Alaska Arion took her there It hurts to be back but here she is saved from the gods who used her and her loved ones She's so sick of being their pawn The years pass and all alone in this cold country Hazel's heart turns to ice A few old men yell insult her with racist phrases She controls the metal ankers on their ships to impale them She hears screams from her neighbour's house at night and so she breaks the metal lock to get in The man who is beating his wife only has a second to look at her before her senses reach metal and they find it......in his

blood She concentrates hand stretched out and the man chokes to death She leaves without a word There is no remorse in her, if the gods let her sweet gentle boyfriend die why isn't she allowed to kill a few bad peopöe One day she decides to return as thoughts about her past cloud her mind Someone has to show the gods that they can't treat their children like this She returns after ten years but does not show herself to her friends Maybe because she worries that they notice how much she has changed Instead, she decides to try to control the labyrinth just like Pasiphae once did The mist helps her to create new tunnels that lead wherever she wants them to go One day they lead to new Rome She just wants to look at how everyone is doing but when she sneaks near the city hidden in her magic she sees something that makes her furious Her friends have moved on She sees them celebrating with other Romans and greeks They celebrate Gea‘s defeat like it wasn‘t just a terrible unnecessary war they had to suffer through She hates that they enjoy their demigod lives They should have told the gods that they want to live normally away from both camps that endanger their lives Unfortunately, that makes her think of Frank and how he has ripped away from his life, his home country just to serve the gods Hazel feels her rage burning like an active Volcano close to erupting She walks up the hill over new Rome and looks down at the glorious city She could bury it without even trying For a moment she thinks about the lives that will cost but then again what else could make the gods notice their flaws She reaches for all the metals buried under the city She hesitates for a moment but then she thinks about Frank, his sweet smile and with a scream the earth starts shaking Buildings and temples collapse People get swallowed by big cracks in the earth There are screams horns are blowing Mist is rising and People hear voices whisper that this is god's fault They have to be punished for their mistakes It‘s like a storm of fog being thickest at the hilltop Hazel‘s old friends are filled with dread as they have seen those powers before Leo decides to fly directly into the mist together with Piper and Jason Hazel sees them approaching and a soft smile appears on her lips The mist lightens All demigods gasp Leo yells in despair He already blames himself for Franks death and now he sees that Hazel the girl he once loved has gone mad Her once curly short hair now long falls around her shoulders Her once brown eyes glow sickly golden as if the riches of the earth have taken control over her It drives him insane and so he rips out a hammer from his tool belt and attempts to attack her Hazel feels deeply hurt by this and so she moves her hands Leo is thrown of Festus's toolbelt made of metal turning out to be his curse Hazel smashes him into the ground a hundred feet under him Festus claws impale Jason and Piper before they have time to react Hazel feels a sting in her heart but she oppresses it The gods and their quest would have killed them anyway Percy and Annabeth are still in the falling city trying to get as many people out of there as possible They both try to ignore the corpses falling from the sky Percy‘s mind is still refusing that the girl he sees as a sister would do this He knows that she has to be stopped but how is he supposed to do that? He still loves her like a sister despite the lives she is taking Her real brother steps up instead Hazel can feel his presence behind her It makes her lose focus The citizens of New Rome cry in relief when the metals stop resurfacing Their city is in ruins but at least it has stopped Before Hazel can react skeleton warriors jump out of the earth restrain her by grabbing her arms She is furious about Nicos interference and struggles to escape „Hazel please it‘s not worth it just surrender and we‘ll talk about this.“, Nico says while he walks up in front of her. Hazel‘s heart breaks at the tortured look in his eyes and she realizes that she is the reason for it She disappeared She came back and murdered

hundreds She did it for Frank but she suddenly asks herself if Frank would have ever wanted to get justice in this way Would he wanted her to become hateful and obsessed with revenge just for him? As she looks into Nico‘s eyes regret strikes her „I……..I‘m sorry.“, She whispers with tears in her eyes. Nico smiles sadly happy that his little sister came to her senses He stretches out his hand to gently touch her cheek Thunder rumbles and suddenly a lightning bold explodes the hilltop right where the children of the underworld Jupiter feels nothing as he watches Percy, Reyna and Annabeth falling to their knees, sobbing and holding each other Hazel Levesque is just another demigod for him, a girl that could not get over her boyfriend Percy buries Hazel next to Frank all by himself New Rome is rebuilt with the help of the greeks The time goes by and slowly Frank and Hazel‘s names are forgotten Juno would love if they had never existed in the first place Whenever demigods speak of them they do it with anger and the queen of Olympus fears that one day a rebellion will start It's not often that their names are talked about but when they are people always refer to them as „Hazel Levesque and Frank Zhang. The couple that died in Storm and fire

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DARING DO and the ADVENTURE of the X'IBIAN VASE! : MLP Fan Fiction : Part 5 of 21

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ADVENTURE of the X'IBIAN VASE!

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck) @ask-de-writer

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Down in the comfortable lounge, with its dark, almost cave like atmosphere, she relaxed and had the waiter sit with her. They were quietly chatting in X'ibian while watching the front doors, over in the area of the lounge open to the public.

Soon the doors opened and a confident young looking mare with a forelock, mane and tail of an amazing blue that was almost black walked in. She had a single eye, centered in her forehead. She was carrying a document case.

Two big earth ponies, easily half again her size got up from a table and stated, “Just hand over the papers, Miss. We are Doctor Do’s personal secretaries and we will give them to her.”

“No. My orders are to put them directly into Daring Do’s hooves ONLY.”

One edged behind her, pulling a knife. The other pulling threatening hoof, ready to punch, demanded, “Hand over the papers or we are going to have to get REAL rough, got it?”

Her smile of sheer delight should have been a warning.

She dropped the dispatch case and backed hard. That slammed the one behind her into the stout doors of the club. Reaching back and grabbing, she had the thug’s foreleg. She lifted it to her shoulder and snapped down, while driving forward with her hind legs. With an audible snapping and rending of the joint, he flipped up, horror on his face. She slammed him down like a big meaty hammer on top of his fellow thug!

That unfortunate was trying to make a grab for the case when he was flattened. The mare, an expression of pure joy on her face, hauled her “hammer” back and whipped him over again. He not only hit his fallen comrade, his head flopped back as he came down. The shattering of his neck could be heard throughout the room.

She hoof rolled the corpse off his buddy and leaped almost to the ceiling, landing on one hoof, putting the full weight and force of her body on the last one’s spine. The splintering of ribs and the softer snapping of his spine announced the death of the second thug.

He twitched once and lay still. The cyclops eyed mare, simply glowing with delight, carefully rolled both bodies to the tiled part of the entryway. She examined the carpets and gave a high hoof!

Speaking at last, she exclaimed, “Perfect! Not one drop of blood on the carpet!”

With her face composed to a light professional smile, she came to Daring Do’s table.

She placed the case on the table. Daring Do smiled up at her and said, “Thank you, Cyrene. It is an honor that Eris sent her documents in the company of her best bodyguard. That was amazing to watch.”

Cy replied, “The honor is mine, Doctor Daring Do. In here are not only Eris’ releases and other documents, I have the honor of delivering the Royal documents and a formal notice that your expedition is under the Royal Wing.”

Turning to the Guadian, she made a deep formal X'ibian court bow and said, “I thank you, Guardian. I saw you draw your knife to throwing position but withhold your strike.”

He returned the bow and replied, “I saw that you did not need my assistance, Watcher of the Exalted One. We of the Guardians have been given the honor of watching recordings of your many actions on Her behalf.”

Cy replied, “I began by watching the works of your ponies on Her behalf. I learned much. I am pleased to be able to thank one of you in person.”

He put his hooves together and bowed his head. “The greatest compliment that a teacher may receive is a student who excels. The Student has far surpassed the teacher. We are proud.”

Daring Do, ignoring the nearly frantic police at the club entrance, opened the case and began to inventory the contents.

She was delighted at what she found. Expedition clearances, of course. Letters of credit. Travel documents from Equestria and the Chineighese Empire. There were even documents for X'ibia, even though it was technically a province of the Chineighese Empire. Her eyebrows rose at PRE CLEARED Chineighese Artifact transportation and export.

She muttered to herself, “They must not want a repeat of the Darkling collection fiasco.”

To her surprise, her comment brought a smile from both the normally impassive Guardian and Cy.

She had just packed it all back and sealed the case when a pony in the uniform of a Canterlot Police Sargent Major strutted up self-importantly and made a grab for the case, snapping, “This is evidence in a double murder!”

Cy’s blindingly fast move snapped his foreleg away from the case. She said in an utterly level voice, “Sargent Major Haystring, I would think that you would remember the last time that we met. It only took you five years to recover your rank.

“This is a formal legal statement in regard to the present double ponycide. I, Cyrene Yvonne Clopes, was given detached duty from Eris, Inc. My duty, given under the Royal Wing, was to deliver a case containing documents for Doctor of Antiquities, Daring Do.

“Entering the Adventurer’s Guild, I was accosted by two thugs attempting to steal the case and documents. They first tried the ruse of being Doctor Daring Do’s secretaries. When that failed they attacked me. I killed them both and delivered the documents properly.

“This whole event is legally protected by the Royal Wing of Equestria.”

Sargent Major Haystring sourly examined the ID’s offered by both Cy and Daring Do. Smarting under the memory of a five year dent in his career, he handed them back.

Truculently he demanded of Cy, “Don’t you ever let anypony live?”

To his surprise, she replied promptly, “Of course I do, if they have useful information for Eris or the Princesses. Otherwise, no. Where is the fun in letting slime ooze away?”

Defeated, he retreated to his fellow officers and held a conference of whispers with much hoof pointing at Cy and Daring Do.

The Guardian smiled serenely and offered, “If your personages will be so good as to follow me, we can avoid further foolishness on the part of these most unwise police.”

They both followed him into the tidy service areas of the Adventurer’s Guild. They passed through the surprisingly busy kitchen and on to a service elevator.

They went down two levels and got out in a big underground service tunnel filled with heavy cables, mains for water and other things that Daring Do did not have time to identify.

Cy did, though. She happily twirled several handwheels and pried open a big gray box. She pushed the button inside and neatly shut the box again. The Guardian watched with sparkling eyes. He quit trying to maintain an impassive face and started to chortle as he led them down the dusty and spider webbed service tunnel.

Cyrene, smiling angelically, explained, “The police were setting up a hard point in front of the Guild. They use the ponyholes for the electric and gas when they do it. Those all have emergency fire fighting pressure spray systems in them nowadays. I just routed the sewer into the fire fighting line and set off the sprinklers!”

Daring Do joined into the merriment as they trotted away down the rarely used tunnels. They emerged near the Canterlot Central Railroad Station. Daring Do bought them all tickets.

Almost as an anticlimax, the ride to the modest seaport of Milestago was uneventful. They enjoyed the scenery along the way and dark had fallen by the time that they arrived, but that was the worst of it.

Soon they were all relaxing around a table in the Rusty Barnacle. Their rooms were paid and a modest meal of the locally famous sea-grass, harvested only days before, was in front of them. Daring Do was studying the ship schedules and docking reservations.

Cy pushed back from the table and said, “Doctor Daring Do, It has been an honor to deliver the documents to you.” She paused and her face took on a grin that was paradoxically both savage and serene at once. “It was FUN, too! I am so glad that it did not upset you like it does so many others.”

Daring Do looked up from her schedules and asked, “Has been? Are you leaving us?”

“I will be with you until time to sail, Daring Do. Then I have duties for my Mistress, Eris.”

The next morning, they were assembled about the scarred and battered table in the Rusty Barnacle. With daylight, the delightfully tacky decor of the place stood out starkly in view. There were the usual nets festooned about, antique looking whale spears, phony treasure chests and, though it was easy to miss, in the corner, enmeshed in the net, dangled a lovely fake skeleton of Sea Unicorn.

Daring Do did take the time to admire the place once again. She had started many expeditions here and the management used that knowledge in their marketing.

Daring Do was picking at her breakfast while making many Magic Net mirror calls. Finally she sat to eat seriously.

She snickered as they all set out to examine the many assorted goods that she had ordered from the many Chandlers of Milestago. “Never turn your back on food. Who knows when you will get the chance to eat again?”

Their expedition’s supplies finally seen to, they reported to the ship that she had engaged. The Captain met them at the gangplank. He had a phony smile pasted onto his face. “I am sorry, Miss Daring Do. We have been otherwise engaged. They paid twice the lading deposit that you did. I have your deposit right here.”

He started to hand her a check. Before he could complete the action, Cy had him down, one hoof on his back, his foreleg bent up at an unnatural angle.

Over his yelps of pain, Cy said clearly, “GOLD ONLY. You were paid in gold. I do recognize the name that check is drawn on. R.O.T. will not honor it.

“Get Doctor Do the coin NOW. If you do not, you will be known as Captain Svien the three legged. If you survive.”

Perhaps it was the sheer happiness that was radiating from his assailant that caused the Captain to fold at once. “Nicor! Get the bag of coin from my quarters now!”

When Nicor showed up with the bag, he handed it over promptly.

Cy said cheerfully, “Count it, Doctor Do! It is five gold short, to make it look like a miscount of stacks. The good Captain has the missing five right here in his pocket!”

Betraying himself, the Captain demanded, “How could you know that?”

Daring Do instantly replied, “She is Eris’ personal bodyguard. Where there is anything amiss, Eris lets her know. Not sure how that works, but I’ve seen it happen often enough.”

They took the gold and left the Captain trying to rise on his twisted foreleg.

Sitting in the Rusty Barnacle, they were approached by an elderly faded red sea-pony with a wooden stump replacing part of his left hind leg. He had a battered captain’s cap worn around the stump of a horn. His eyes, though, nothing old about them.

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Ibuki/Mikan

… leaping into the other’s arms.

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Mikan stares up at the haunted house that grows in size as she and Ibuki draw closer to it. Okay, the white building towering over Mikan isn’t really haunted. The chain link barriers that turn the queue into a maze all the way to the porch wouldn’t be at a real haunted house, and the tombstones bearing names with puns, dotted on raised terrain behind a picket fence to one side of them, are clearly deliberate and fake. Added onto this, through no fault of their own, the grey clouds in the sky feel excessive and over the top. Well, they are over the top in the sense that they exist above them, therefore on top, but -

“Finally!” Ibuki yells and Mikan joins in almost as loud, which inspires Ibuki to scream too.

Near the entrance of the haunted house, an attendant in a black-and-green loita dress jumps, and most likely so does anyone lurking around this section of the park who also decided to brave against the cold, rain-prone weather today.

First to stop screaming is Mikan. Victorious, Ibuki holds the noise for as long as she can, and then she remarks, “Wow-Ow! Nurse Mikan-chan was defeated by Ibuki’s hyper voice, but Mikan-chan was nonetheless impressive.”

“Y-You startled me,” explains Mikan, clutching her heart.

Ibuki grins and says, “Ibuki commends your enthusiasm! The attraction hasn’t even started yet and Mikan-chan’s all fired up! Woo! Ibuki’s feeling another kind of attraction more than ever now!”

Mikan just gives a small smile back, but her lips compress and split open into an o-shape when Ibuki grasps Mikan’s hand and leads them up steps then across the porch to the attendant who ushers them into the building.

Green ceiling lights enable sight in the foyer. From an out-of-sight speaker, a voice drawls, “Be careful not to dawdle for too long, mortals. After all, who knows what followed you in...? It really makes every creak in another room and flickering candlelight much more sinister, don’t you think? Please... come into the next room...”

Still holding Mikan’s hand, Ibuki takes them to the next room as instructed. Normally, the place would be packed, but on this rare occasion, they find themselves the only visitors on this particular tour because of the temperamental weather. While Ibuki beams, Mikan looks around uneasily. Different portraits hang on each wall, totalling four, of middle-aged to elderly people from the torso up in mundane poses in mundane places. For example, one painting depicts a woman in front of a town hall, and another shows a chef flourishing a spoon. The door that they entered through closes and the small room darkens significantly, flushing it with a dull yellow glow, but the paintings remain distinct due to LED lights above the top of their frames.

“Welcome to my haunted mansion,” says the same bodiless voice that greeted them. “Make yourselves at home... there’s not much else you can do. See, the only door is locked and there are no windows, so you can’t do much else. Don’t worry though, it’s not so bad here... as long as you don’t upset the residents. A few of them have been here for over one hundred years, so they’re quite used to things being as they are. It’s crowded, but I suppose we can accommodate you... at a stretch.”

The walls of the room seemingly begin to stretch upward and Mikan tenses, but she quickly realises that the room they stepped into is actually an open-topped elevator now traveling downward, and the covering on the bottom halves of the paintings slide down as she and Ibuki descend. The woman in front of the town hall has flames licking at her legs as she burns at the stake, and the chef’s platter has a head biting down on an apple.

Mikan grasps Ibuki’s arm.

“Ibuki tots wants this kind of stuff on her next album cover,” announces Ibuki. She makes eye contact with Mikan. “Hey, you’re not grossed out, are you?”

“N-No,” Mikan admits. She fidgets with the bottom of her skirt. “During horror movies, only jump scares get to me... but these paintings are q-quite strange, aren’t they?”

“Strange is just misunderstood,” Ibuki replies.

At the bottom, the door opens, and they wander through the next room. It contains the sort of things that one would expect to find in a pretend haunted house: silver string cobwebs, paintings of people that change to skeletons when viewed at certain angles, fake windows that flash with pretend lightning and rocking chairs set to lurch by themselves. The voice on the speakers tries to evoke a sinister mood with a narration about the old tenants, but once Ibuki has headbanged in front of all the paintings on the walls and seen every possible image, she drags Mikan into the next area even though the narration hasn’t ended yet.

“Climb aboard,” the voice commands, referring to the connected carts moving along a track ahead of the pair. It doesn’t stop for them so the girls jump on, Ibuki first.

Mikan adjusts the angle of her foot as she lands so she falls on her face by Ibuki’s feet.

“That’s a spectacularly uber fail, even for you,” remarks Ibuki as she pulls Mikan up. They sit next to each other, shed their damp coats which they slip behind their backs, and lower the bar to their lap.

“I’m so clumsy,” Mikan apologises, receiving less of a reaction than she predicted. Her stomach hurts a bit where she landed on her satchel, which contains her purse, first aid kit and umbrella.

Ibuki shrugs. “Next time, fall on Ibuki and Ibuki will catch you, okay? Lap or chest are preferred.”

She fixes the position of Mikan’s cap, which matches Ibuki’s and has two sequined rabbit ears on it, and winks.

A squeak pops out of Mikan and she hides her burning face in her hands.

Even though the next part of the attraction doesn’t scare Mikan, the technology certainly impresses her and both girls are more than happy to use it as an excuse for Mikan to cling to Ibuki’s arm. Though, really, Mikan doesn’t need an excuse because the fact they’re dating should be reason enough. Right? Right. They pass by a ballroom where holograms fade in and out of existence, and they see more paintings where the subject shows more ghoulish characteristics depending on the angle.

“It appears they’re having some difficulties passing through to our world. What a shame... they really want to meet you,” says the narrator.

A hologram swoops past them and Mikan shrieks. Due to the bar on the cart, she can’t leap onto Ibuki’s lap. Well aware of this, Ibuki rests her chin in her palm and pouts.

“Perhaps Madame Damara can... lend a hand or two,” suggests the narrator.

The next room has them go around a loose bend around an animatronic woman whose hand flies around as, at a guess, a hologram. Her cackles echo through the chamber, and the hand she stirs with is also disconnected from her arm, stirring a cauldron.

She says,

“Crickets, snails, basil and puppy dog tails, eyes of newts and rotten fruits... These are just a few of the ingredients for all you miscreants.”

Their cart drives into a room decorated to resemble a graveyard. Tombstones, zombies, ghosts... Mikan tries to take in as much as possible as the narrator describes their surroundings in rhyme. Ibuki raises her hand to her forehead and surveys the dark room, holding her stance as their cart bounces them in their seats. Afterwards, they wind through another hallway of portraits and ghosts before climbing up a slope.

“Congratulations,” says the narrator. “It seems like you reached the end! Please, take this certificate... this death certificate...”

Smoke hisses out either side of them, making the girls twitch. Between the pipes in the walls that pump out the smoke are mirrors where a ghost can be seen with their reflections. At the top, doors open and the floor levels, and their cart comes to a stop. Ibuki lifts the bar over their lap and they step out. Mikan hugs herself, shaking not so much due to fear, or even because she’s cold, but because the ride overwhelmed her senses with noises and shifts between dark and light.

“That involved a lot more sitting than Ibuki anticipated,” says Ibuki as they put on their coats and head toward the exit. She curls her lips and scratches the back of her head. “Ibuki had it all planned out... Mikan-chan would zoinks into Ibuki’s arms, and Ibuki would carry her over the horizon to their hotel room and go on the slip ‘n’ slide with her!”

If Ibuki continues saying things like that, Mikan will pass out and have to be carried to their hotel room. Her head spins and she hides her face in her hands. Hearing Ibuki chuckle, Mikan peeks out from between her fingers and drops her hands so she can rub the goosebumps on her arms as they step outside.

Lightning causes their vision to flash white. Thunder rumbles. Ibuki yelps and leaps into Mikan’s arms. Though Mikan stumbles, she manages not to fall over. Thankfully, Ibuki doesn’t weigh much. No, not thankfully, because Mikan keeps insisting that Ibuki eats more but Ibuki always changes the topic...

... but anyway.

“H-Hotel room, was it?” asks Mikan with a quivering smirk.

For once, Ibuki has been rendered speechless.

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