Fates Supports/Hisame Mitama

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Hisame: Mitama! Mitama! The war council meeting starts in five minutes! Stop being such a hermit! Come on, or you'll make us both late! Mitama! Mita—

Mitama: *sigh* Are you going to throw a fit before every meeting? Just go by yourself already!

Hisame: Unacceptable. They told me to come get you, so you're coming with me.

Mitama: That meeting is so crowded. No one will notice! Meetings are pointless / They never ask for my thoughts / Why even bother?

Hisame: If you're going to skip, at least have the dignity to come up with a decent excuse! In the meantime, you're coming! Don't make me drag you by your toes! *whistle* ...Uh, Mitama? What happened to your room?

Mitama: Nothing! My room's only fault / Is the door that's blown open / Why don't you shut it?

Hisame: We should invite the war council over here. Clearly, there's been an unreported attack! Have you cleaned your room...uh, ever?!

Mitama: Well, this is my private lair for writing poetry. I hardly need it to be neat. The mess inspires / And keeps strangers like you out! / Why should I clean it?

Hisame: You can spin it all you want, but you're not fooling me.

Mitama: If it bothers you so much, why don't YOU clean it?

Hisame: Wha?

Mitama: Obviously, I lack any talent for cleaning. Why should I do it when you're so skilled?

Hisame: Even if I wanted to help you, which I don't, I can't barge into a girl's room like that!

Mitama: Of course not! It's only proper to stand at the door and peek inside without asking! If you clean my room / For me, then I will attend / The council meeting.

Hisame: Fine...but you're going to help! I'm not doing it all while you sit back and watch!

Mitama: Now, let us hurry / We'll be late to the meeting / What a travesty!

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Hisame: All right, Mitama! Open up! Let's get that room cleaned ASAP!

Mitama: Hmmm? ...But I'm so sleepy. There's no need to rush / While I can still see the floor. / It looks good to me.

Hisame: When it comes to cleanliness, we've already established you're a terrible judge! Come on! If you're awake enough to rattle off poetry, you're awake enough to clean!

Mitama: Fiiiiiiine...

Hisame: Sheesh. I forgot how bad it was. Why don't we start with the books and papers? You probably didn't realize this, but books often go on bookshelves, like this one...

Mitama: ACK! Please don't lay a finger on that!

Hisame: What?! This old book? I've never seen you so flustered! It must be pretty important.

Mitama: It's a collection of poems. I shouldn't have left it out like that.

Hisame: Oh. Is it a poet I would recognize?

Mitama: Yes—it's me. Those are my earliest poems. They're all rubbish... I would never show them to anyone, but I can't throw them out either.

Hisame: If this book is so special, you should take better care of it, or it'll get ruined!

Mitama: I-I know... You're right.

Hisame: In fact, if you don't start helping me clean, I'm going to read these poems...out loud.

Mitama: N-no! Please! You can't! A poet's first words / Should be under lock and key / Not out on parade.

Hisame: Hahaha! Then I guess somebody better get to work!

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Hisame: Wow, Mitama, your room looks almost inhabitable now.

Mitama: Yes. Thanks to you and your relentless bossiness, it's looking pretty good. My head is so clear / Now that my room is empty / I'm ready to write!

Hisame: That's great! Just make sure you take the occasional break to tidy up. See ya later!

Mitama: But wait, Hisame! / I cannot do this alone! / Cleaning is so hard.

Hisame: No, that's nonsense. You did fine. Sure, I helped, but you did most of the work. Now that you've mastered the basics, you should have no trouble at all!

Mitama: You don't understand! / You need to monitor me / Or I will relapse!

Hisame: I don't understand why you're freaking out, Mitama. You'll be OK...seriously.

Mitama: Fine! If you don't want to help me clean anymore, you can be my poetry partner.

Hisame: What?!

Mitama: You have potential. You just need to practice. You cannot resist / Such a wonderful offer / Learn from a master!

Hisame: Huh? I'm not really into writing poems, Mitama. No offense. I've gotta go.

(Hisame leaves)

Mitama: Oh, no! He was the only member of my volunteer cleaning staff! He can't leave!

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Hisame: Knock, knock! I came to help you clean your room! It can't be THAT bad, can it?

Mitama: Hisame, is that you? Thank heavens! A tornado hit / And my room is in shambles / ...Just like I told you.

Hisame: WHA?! But we just finished cleaning it! When I left, everything was immaculate!

Mitama: This room? It's nothing. / You'll have no trouble at all / Since you're such a pro.

Hisame: I don't understand how every book you own has found its way to the floor...again. It's almost like you let it get this way on purpose... Mitama...why are you blushing?

Mitama: Here you are, complaining nonstop, but you still show up to help me. Some people might call you a sucker.

Hisame: Point taken. Maybe it's odd, but I actually enjoy cleaning your room. Sure, it's a girl's room, but I feel very comfortable here...with you.

Mitama: Really? Then why don't you stay?

Hisame: Huh? What do you mean?

Mitama: You know exactly what I mean...which I've realized is pretty rare. Neat and tidy room... / We cleaned it up together / Now, there's room for two.

Hisame: ...Mitama, I don't know what to say. I thought I was pretty slick offering to help you clean just to spend time with you. I didn't realize you were making the mess worse on purpose!

Mitama: So you'll accept my proposal?

Hisame: Where else are you gonna find someone to handle such a high-maintenance girl?

Mitama: Heehee... Please stay by my side. / For you, I'd do anything... / Maybe even clean. I wouldn't get my hopes up though.