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BONUS ROUND 4 - FOOD
In this round, we want to see prompts inspired by food!
Fills can be in any format, and you can fill your teammates prompts, but you cannot fill your own prompt.
You can post as many fills and as many prompts as you want!
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PROMPT: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
for your fill post title, please use the following format:
FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
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Fills can be in any format, and you can fill your teammates prompts, but you cannot fill your own prompt.
You can post as many fills and as many prompts as you want!
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PROMPT: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
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FILL: TEAM [TEAM NAME]
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Prompt: Team OC
FILL: TEAM FIRE EMBLEM
ship: layla x mizuki
WC: 409
Layla is swaying on her feet as she stumbles through the curtains into Mizuki's private office.
“Oh dear,” Mizuki sighs, leaning her cheek into her palm. “Shion? Reschedule my afternoon appointments, please. I'm afraid this may require some extra time.”
Layla has long suffered from comorbid insomnia exacerbated by anxiety, which is the main reason she first started visiting Mizuki as a client, but the sleepless bruises beneath her unfocused eyes are more prominent than ever. She doesn't bother to stifle her yawn as she flops onto a floor cushion with all the grace of a sack of flour. Mizuki winces at the sound of Layla's jaw cracking, but Layla doesn't seem to react.
“How long have you been awake this time?” Mizuki asks gently, already lighting her strongest incense.
“Mmm... what day is today?” Layla counters. She's leaning her heavy head against the low table, letting her long hair drape over the edge to pool on the tatami floor. “If it's Thursday in Inazuma, then in Sumeru it's... three days and four nights, at least...”
Mizuki tuts. “You should have come to see me sooner,” she chides, though her tone remains light and soothing. The aromatic smoke swirls in the air, slowly filling the chamber with its soporific effects. “Have you been eating, at least? Should I ask Shion to bring you some refreshments?”
Layla flaps a hand in dismissal. “No, no, I've definitely eaten, I had... at least thirty? Thirty to forty...”
“Thirty to forty what, Layla?”
Layla squirms under her judgmental gaze. Mizuki waits for the answer with all the serene patience of a centuries-old yumekui-baku.
“Um... Olives,” Layla finally admits. “You can eat them out of the jar, so... it's really convenient... when you're tired...”
Mizuki purses her lips.
“Why don't I order us some takeout from Kiminami's. It'll arrive by the time your sleep session is done. I don't want you passing out from hunger, too.”
“Er... Won't that be expensive,” Layla protests groggily. “You're skipping paid work because of me, and I... I'm getting in your way... I shouldn't...”
“This isn't me speaking as your psychologist, remember? You're no longer a client.” Mizuki smiles as she arranges a thin blanket over Layla's slumped shoulders. “This is just a free perk I can offer you because I want to. Relax, and have sweet dreams.”
Layla mumbles something incoherent under her breath, but Mizuki doesn't bother asking for her to clarify. Layla is already asleep.