interstellar5555 | Drip Drip Drop Little April Showers

Who: Usagi Tsukino and OPEN
Where: All over Vista
What: It's a rainy week and Usagi is missing home
When: All week
Warnings: None I can think of

A: Drip Drip Drop Little April Showers

It was raining. It was a surprise shower and the clouds looked like they would be there all week. But surprise or not, it was April, so Usagi always carried her umbrella on her during the month. She let out a sigh as she was walking home, her umbrella over her head. It was a brand new umbrella and it was covered in little rabbits and cats. It was so adorable how could she not purchase it? Besides, it allowed her to have more than one person under it too.

Which seemed to be a good thing, at the moment. As she walking back to her newer home, she saw someone under an awning, clearly stuck and without their own umbrella. She checked her watch. Well, she still had time before anyone else would be home. She headed over to them and offered a smile.

"If you need, I don't mind walking you to the bus stop or to get a cab or something?" She'd even walk them home if they really needed.

B: What Can Compare With Your Beautiful Sound?

Maybe this was a bad idea.

Usagi frowned as she flipped through the song-requests book. It was karaoke night at Brad's Diner and she had come to support the new idea but she had absolutely no confidence in singing. She also had absolutely no idea what half these songs were.

"Uuuugh there's so maaaany," she sighed as she kept glancing. "And half of these are duets," she mumbled. "At this rate I'm not going to be singing until it's over."

C: Drip Drip Drop When the Sky is Cloudy

Why? Why did this ALWAYS happen to her? She groaned and her shoulders visibly slumped forward as she held the umbrella over her head. She knew this was the address, she had the flowers to deliver in her arms, but the security guard was staunchly blocking her path.

"Oh come ooooon," she groaned, showing him the invoice. "It says right here, that I have a delivery for the band from the building manager! I just need to get in, drop it off, and then I'll be on my way!" she whined, growing more frustrated as this was now the third time she showed him the paper work and he had "called to the building manager" to see if they were actually going to let her in.

"I could have been gone by now! I'm not even staying to watch the band I just need to deliver these bouquets!" she stomped her foot, trying to leave before the band even arrived. "Don't you have anything better to do than stop me from delivering bought and paid for flowers!"

D: Your Pretty Music Can Brighten the Day

"EEEEEE!" the sun had made an appearance, finally! She loved rain, certainly, but she was like a sunflower, drawn to the light. Usagi was practically glowing as she spread out her arms and just spun around, letting all the warmth touch her skin as she walked through the park.

"Aaaah," she took a deep breath. The sun was warm but the grass and pavement was wet, the air still heavy but a rainbow bright in the sky. Her eyes were closed in content.

Which was perhaps her mistake as she took another slight spin... and her hand promptly smacked someone.

Her eyes snapped open.

"AAAAAH ARE YOU OKAY!?!" Goodbye good mood, hello panic.

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Dazai was walking along, minding his own business, doing nothing but thinking about just how he was going to infiltrate ranks and save that odd little duck he'd attached himself to, when his path was impeded by someone happy. He didn't mind happy--he liked happy!--but reckless flailing... Not his thing today. It didn't upset him, and he moved to casually walk by, but another spin gave him cause for defense.

With a single finger held out to touch her palm, he stopped her motion entirely.

"I'm fine. You stopped just in time, you see!"

"Ah thank goodness!" she clapped her hands together and smiled bright. "It's just a beautiful day, after all that rain I just want to soak up as much sun as I can! Is it the same thing for you?"

Well then.

Dazai adjusted the bandages on his arm and shoved his hands into his pockets before giving her the kindest, most wonderful smile. At least someone had some enthusiasm today.

"I'm usually out more at night. Like an owl. Or a bat. Which is better, I wonder...?"

She blinked when she thought she saw bandages but he moved too quick and so looked back at him proper.

"Well, bats and owls are both cute, but I suppose it depends if you prefer meat or fruit," Ami would be so proud of her for remembering that sort of stuff!

His forearms--what was visible--were completely wrapped in bandages, as was his neck. He was like a lame half-finished mummy. No comment on the why.

Oh, a clever one. Dazai liked her already, or at least didn't find her patently useless or disinteresting. There he was, judging.

"I think I prefer meat, so wouldn't that mean I'm an owl? Well done!"

Eh, don't get your hopes too high, Dazai, she's not that smart and clever.

"I guess so, so hoo are you?" she teased.

He looked at her for a moment, as if in disbelief, then raised his hand to his forehead and laughed quite heartily.

"Really, a pun?"

"Seemed appropriate," she grinned. "So then, hoo are you?"

"Watson," he chimed, offering a hand for a shake. Why not have a cool-sounding name, after all? And just one, because cool people only needed one.

"I'm a construction worker." And also a liar, based on how nicely he was dressed. But the excessive bandages on his arms and neck told perhaps a tale that backed up his words.

"Serena Lapin," she took it and shook his hand, smiling and trusting his word. She had no reason to figure he was a liar, after all.

"I work at a flower shop! Thistle Do Nicely: A Flower for Every Occasion. Please come by for any of your flower needs!"

Drip Drip Drop Little April Showers

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