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an amused chortle emits from her nose at the comparison baz responds with, too busy indulging in the taste of fresh tomatoes and tangy balsamic vinegar, but still extends her plate towards her mentor if he’s interested in another piece. a crude way to put it, but he’s right — a true statement for many retorts in the conversations they’ve had bonding throughout mizuse’s years at the nsa. now a fresh graduate and focusing all of her time on being a part of sentinel, she has missed spending time with baz. a twinge of disappointment twists her heart the nsa doesn’t think she's READY to be a part of the paragon team, but this only fuels her determination to improve and demonstrate she can fit right in with the big leagues. mizuse can’t help but feel a bit of gratitude towards the twins for shifting all the attention to them, so the press wouldn’t be focused on her rookie debut or the celebrity status of paragon heroes. brows then raise at what comes next from baz, placing a hand on her sternum to feign offense as she grins up at him. ❛ ha ! that doesn’t sound like what happened during my 21st birthday party. i’m a responsible partier ! ❜ the hand leaves to close into a fist and nudge his closest bicep to her. ❛ do you mean that’s what happened during YOURS ? ❜
>his back rests comfortably against the bar, drink nursed in hand shaken through the fidgets of calloused fingers. darkened hues watch her with a familial warmth, humming in subtle agreement as mizuse continues to toss around her speculations. whatever this serum is, whoever it’s going to affect … he really couldn’t care less. nothing can replace the real thing : the birth lottery won by their enhanced genetics and years of training surely can’t be toppled by some magic in a bottle. especially not by a money-hungry mad scientist masking as an innovator. “ a shitty car works but doesn’t make it any less of a shitty ride, ” taking a piece from her plate, he pops it into his mouth without so much of another word. the sight of the two being so close is one that’s expected out of the two heroes, having been in training together for so long … even having the chance of seeing mizuse grow to be the formidable hero she is today. he’s now only mildly disappointed ( instead of immensely, quite different to his reaction during her graduation ) she isn’t by his side in paragon. “ and we’ll have front row seats to the inveitable trainwreck. it’s like binge drinking the first day you got legal … bound to puke all over the place and pass out in the street. sounds familiar ? ”
mizuse is collecting hors d’oeruves on a small plate with the paragon hero at her side. with all of this standing around, nerves churning her stomach, and the necessity to consume some calories — she can’t resist. the choices are OVERWHELMING, fingers wiggling in enticement as she reaches for a bruschetta. she brings it to her brims, biting into it with a CRUNCH ! as baz turns to blurt out a vexed question directed towards her. brows raise, gaze shifting from him to the twins across the extravagant ballroom showcasing their injected abilities as she chews. ❛ i mean, they’re usin’ their powers right in front of us. the serum works, ❜ mizuse answers once she swallows and pivots her attention back to baz, using him and his skepticism to freely bounce hypotheses off of. show a not so easily accessible side of the young hero. it wouldn’t be the first time she’d talk his ear off or encourage him to continue a rant. ❛ i wonder if it’s temporary. if they have a weak constitution and weren’t MADE to handle whatever injected power they got, use over time will have a huge side effects on ‘em, ❜ a hum of thought and then a shrug of exposed shoulders. ❛ we’ll just have to see. ❜ sentence ends with another bite to finish off the toasted italian bread.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐒 @ 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐀 — 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡
