𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗡'𝗦 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬! ━━━━ mao isara (on hold)

7. compare (trickstar)

ᡣ𐭩 . no au | fluff

"I'd say he's more like a home-cat."

"Right idea, but wrong theme Hokke!"

"I didn't know there was a theme, I thought we were just comparing him to things in our opinions?"

Mao's hearing wavers in and out for a moment as his mind awakened. He blinks his eyes open, still with a slight daze of exhaustion as he glances around. He sees that he's in a room of sorts - a hotel room, more likely.

The atmosphere felt warm and calming, the right aura for a few hours of relaxing himself before heading back to Ensemble Square and going back to his usual everyday duties.

A sudden yawn escapes between his lips, a small noise emitting from him as it happens, which catches the rest of Trickstar's attention.

"Isara, are you awake?" Comes the question from Makoto.

Mao nods and replies with a deep hum as he sits himself up. The thick winters duvet once wrapped around his shoulders now pooled in his lap.

He reaches a hand up to his eyes to swipe some of the dry sleep dirt out of the way to clear the blurry haze from his eyesight.

In the meantime, Hokuto walks over to him with a small plastic bag of food. It was nothing much, just a sandwich and a snack bar featuring a bottle of raspberry milkshake. "Here, it's nothing as good as we had for dinner last night, but... it's all we could get when spending our money."

A smile of gratefulness reaches Mao's features. "I understand. Thanks, Hokuto." He replies as he undoes the boxing of his sandwich and immediately takes a bite out of it.

He then notices that Hokuto, Subaru, and Makoto were all dressed in day clothing, minus for their shoes that still sat by the wooden door of the hotel room.

He swallowed the small bite resting in his mouth and glanced between the trio who now sat on their own respective beds. "I heard faint talking from you guys... something about a cat?" He tilts his head to the side in thought as an idea hits his mind, his kelly greens widening to show so.

"Is there one around here?!" He hoped as he dropped his sandwich back into its box and glanced over the edge of the bed he lied on, eyes frantically clocking back and forth to look.

"Sorry, Sally! There's no cats around here." Subaru replies with shaking his head no. "We were just... playing a game whilst waiting for you to wake up!" He grins at the younger.

"A game... like the one's Makoto plays?"

A nervous laugh comes from the mentioned blond, "it's a different game we were playing. We were comparing each other to things. I can't remember how we even got onto that subject. It's odd but very fun!"

"Which reminds me," Hokuto coughs, "I still stand where I am with my opinion."

Mao quirked an eyebrow towards Hokuto in wonder.

"No!" Subaru suddenly whines then huffs, "like I said before: there's a theme! And this round is food!"

"You didn't say that before!"

"Yeah, I did!"

"Since when, Akehoshi?"

As Hokuto and Subaru argued together about the 'game', Mao looked away in awkwardness and carried on eating his late brunch.

The arguing goes on for a few minutes extra until Makoto seems to break it - not by interrupting the duo but because he spoke a thought out loud.

"If Isara was a food... I'd say he's a marshmallow."

Mao looked on in confusion, "what...?"

"I can see that, actually." Hokuto announces.

"Huh?! Wait, guys-"

"Ooh yeah, I agree! Because Sally is so sweet, cute, and squishy and..." Subaru goes into a rant, technically complimenting Mao along the way, which the mentioned boy couldn't help but feel flattered and yet embarrassed at the same time.

Subaru then suddenly gasps, "and his name is 'Mao'! If you combine them together, you get Marshmaollow~!"

If Mao ever had to admit something about his friends... it is the fact that they can all be odd at times.

But he wouldn't trade them for the world.