[Field Trip] How About a Game of Poker? [Nightstripe]

"Dinner sounds great!" Mizuko clapped her hands together in glee. She had come here to the cruise alone, and therefore expected that she might be eating meals alone as well. She was glad to be with someone.

They began walking out of the casino as some staff took care of the items they used. The game was over, but for some reason the feeling of thrill for it lingered, and Mizuko can't stop herself from constantly recalling the different moments in it. She stayed beside Wesker and turned her gaze to his eyes. "If you won, what would you have asked from me?" she asked curiously. Wesker didn't really tell her anything concerning that.
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"Eh..? How unfair..." Then again, Wesker wasn't the only one unfair. Mizuko wanted to know, so for probably and hopefully the last time today, she dug into Wesker's thoughts on her own to find out.

And a dance actually sounded nice. She looked away, just so she can hide her smile. Wesker would look nice while waltzing now that she imagined it. It suited him, because in the first place he's always so elegant and formal except for those moments when he teases her. And then there's her, just a careless girl that was probably too naive about so many things. Which made her wonder why Wesker would like to dance with her.

The fancy restaurant was back in the top deck. This trip was all-expense-paid so of course Mizuko would want trying that one out. She led the way, and when they got there a waiter ushered them to a table for two where they were given the menu. During the entire time, Mizuko would steal glances while she kept wondering.
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"I would have. I'd still want to know what you think about it or how you'll react," Mizuko answered with certainty. "Oh, and Senpai, you can call me Mizuko if you'd like. I mean, I don't mind at all."

And so there she went again thinking about how elegant and gentlemanly Wesker was, and it was only made worse by him pulling the chair for her for the second time now. She was checking the menu, even though to be honest there were a few moments that she wasn't actually looking at the items. She snapped out when her upperclassman addressed her with a question, and only then did she try to look through the menu with more focus.

"Hmm... They have Japanese food. I kinda miss that so maybe... sushi?" She was thinking out loud. "But the one serving won't make me full. So I'll probably get the pasta with mussels in red wine and red sauce," she decided, turning to the waiter to cue that that's her order. "Maybe a green tea milkshake too." She turned to Wesker then, curious. "Senpai, how about you?"
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"N-Nani???"

If Mizuko were drinking, she would've choked on whatever the drink was. But she wasn't drinking anything, so she had no excuse to escape what Wesker said and the way she felt towards it. Her lips were separated by a snarl; for a moment her teeth were gritted and she felt the tension on her jaw that continued to her cheeks which were burning more than ever. Eyes wide, they were fixed on Wesker's now that the menu was completely out of the way; her eyebrows furrowed once again.

"How obnoxious, Senpai! Wipe that grin off your face, you look stupid."

She felt a little guilty though. And that was actually the very grounding of her shock and embarrassment.

Mizuko huffed and crossed her arms as she leaned back against her seat. Wesker was elegant, but maybe she should take back what she thought about him ring a gentleman. Since he seemed to love rattling her after all.

"So," she sighed, finally able to get her calm back. "Why blood pudding?"
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Mizuko chuckled. Wesker almost literally did wipe the grin off his face, and it was amusing-- or more like unsettling-- how easy he could pull it off. It was almost scary, but it wasn't, because she had a way to look through that if she wanted to. "I just find it unusual, especially with lobster. I'm not saying anything against it," she replied.

She glanced out of the window. The sky was getting darker and darker, and the air was becoming slightly cooler. Fortunately it was summer. She uncrossed her arms, her hands landing on her lap. She was silent until the waiter came back with their food and set them down on the table. The first thing Mizuko did was to separate her wooden chopsticks and once the waiter left, she immediately took a piece of sushi, coat it with kikkoman, and had a bite.
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