[She's about Non's height, maybe? Small and wide-eyed and pigtailed and clearly in very little position to have any real idea what makes a successful relationship considering Mirei is, like, maybe twice her age and is very deliberately Not About That Life either. Smiling broadly, Mirei bounces so she's kind-of-sort-of more on the little girl's eye level, rocking back and forth on her heels as she forms a heart-shape with her hands.]
What's wrong, pri~? You shouldn't be so downhearted! Surely nothing's so bad it can't be helped by ice-cream, pri!
zodiac zenith
[Astrology is, of course, nonsense. Pleasantly diverting it may be - and pleasant diversions are, in themselves, nothing to take lightly, still less to sneer at - but serious attempts to draw any kind of concrete conclusion from the movements of celestial bodies simply offend Mirei's sense of order and logic. It smacks a little too much of trusting to luck, crossing your fingers and hoping things will be okay - and while that might work for some people (naming, Laala Manaka, absolutely no names) Mirei has always preferred a little more certainty in her calculations.
[Bad enough that anyone would react that way to spinning balls of gas. Reacting that way over a shopping center's sound and light show, and one several points of magnitude less impressive than even the most ill-conceived Making Drama? No, something is definitely wrong.]
So this is what's causing all this trouble...
[Mirei being... Mirei, she has of course come prepared. Armed with a sheaf of magazines, with page tabs inserted on the Horoscopes page, she takes a seat on a nearby bench and flips it open.]
Hm... Your imagination is one of your richest assets, but it's important that you don't let it spiral out of control, especially when it comes to romantic matters. Well, that hardly seems accurate.
Mirei Minami | God
[Oh my goodness she's so tiny.
[She's about Non's height, maybe? Small and wide-eyed and pigtailed and clearly in very little position to have any real idea what makes a successful relationship considering Mirei is, like, maybe twice her age and is very deliberately Not About That Life either. Smiling broadly, Mirei bounces so she's kind-of-sort-of more on the little girl's eye level, rocking back and forth on her heels as she forms a heart-shape with her hands.]
What's wrong, pri~? You shouldn't be so downhearted! Surely nothing's so bad it can't be helped by ice-cream, pri!
zodiac zenith
[Astrology is, of course, nonsense. Pleasantly diverting it may be - and pleasant diversions are, in themselves, nothing to take lightly, still less to sneer at - but serious attempts to draw any kind of concrete conclusion from the movements of celestial bodies simply offend Mirei's sense of order and logic. It smacks a little too much of trusting to luck, crossing your fingers and hoping things will be okay - and while that might work for some people (naming, Laala Manaka, absolutely no names) Mirei has always preferred a little more certainty in her calculations.
[Bad enough that anyone would react that way to spinning balls of gas. Reacting that way over a shopping center's sound and light show, and one several points of magnitude less impressive than even the most ill-conceived Making Drama? No, something is definitely wrong.]
So this is what's causing all this trouble...
[Mirei being... Mirei, she has of course come prepared. Armed with a sheaf of magazines, with page tabs inserted on the Horoscopes page, she takes a seat on a nearby bench and flips it open.]
Hm... Your imagination is one of your richest assets, but it's important that you don't let it spiral out of control, especially when it comes to romantic matters. Well, that hardly seems accurate.