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A week passed, and, whether due to cold weather or extreme efforts taken on her own part, Maiko had more or less simmered down after the colossal disappointment that was the Dark Magical Girls' attempt at a tournament arc. Finding out that Ami somehow lost to a mage-type magical girl was disappointing as well, and with no one to drink it due to being a tie, Maiko opted to drop the pack of durian juice at a local homeless shelter instead. How devious indeed, making the truly devious drink something as horrendously flavored as durian juice. Sometimes, she simply had to pat herself on the back about how truly, supremely evil she was.

Lightly dressed for such snow-white weather, Maiko had a small pile of snow on her head and earbuds hammering heavy metal in her skull as she crunched through unoccupied streets. It was calming, therapeutic even, to be so utterly cold from head to toe, but after a couple of sneezes shook her body (and some snow down her pale neck), she picked up the pace, ending the leisurely stroll and jogging the rest of the way towards the empty family restaurant that was to be their party house for the day. As always, she assigned herself with taking care of the drinks, and the many cans in her backpack swung up and down while she bounded to her destination.

Entering first (after Touka of course), Maiko grinned and waved, her cheeks and nose red from the cold. [b]"Eyo, Prez, whatcha bring?"[/b] she asked, lowering her own backpack full of drinks. [b]"Went through some pretty big efforts to do super Russian Roulette drinking mode, so here's to hoping no one has allergies, eh?"[/b]