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– Okay hear me out.
Yu abs under red dress.
– Ooh!!
– Wine sauce-saucy.
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Watashi wa koneko, but cheese. We’re deadset on it.
チーズチーズチーズチーズチーズチーズ
チーズチーズチーズチーズ好きだよ
チーズチーズチーズ、チーズが大好き
specialmente casatella!
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Headcanon:
Yukari likes watching Okuufights.
In reality, Lav likes watching me fight other Okuus.
– Go go Kyon!!! \`•ω•’/
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– [******] Lav. [********]
– Mmm?
I give you a kiss on the wrist. It’s your soft spot.
– I love you no matter what I think.
– I know. ♡
– I love every single day I have you.
I’m writing it down. You’re so sweet.
– I wonder if I’m the personality of mental decline? And you, not?
– No way. We both are… equal.
My sickly wife is so adorable. So precious. More than anything in the world, second only to the kids. Please, don’t say it like your last words…
– [********] …
Wouldn’t it be nice if, you [write on]?
– Shhh! Don’t say that.
I hold my grip a little tighter, as if I might lose you if I let you slip through.
A lone contrail turns valiant red in the evening sky. A song plays in my head. A song that haven’t managed to be published. With crooked Japanese, a song for me.
「ルルルリリラ、ルルリリラ、
赤鐘は鳴り止まない
ルルリララ、ルルリララ、
夕空の蜃気楼の下で
ルルリリラ、ルルリリラ、
所有欲は一時的な、
ルルリララ、ルルリララ、
あれを招くだけで…
疑惑…」
An illusionary song that lives on for years, as we continue to sing it to the beat of our hearts. A song of love.
It’s like I’m a housewife humming a favorite tune.
– Kyoko… Say something to me…
– ?
She’s blabbering again. Pleading, ordering. Rarely though.
It’s best that I hold you in my arms, like this. Let us sit up and let yourself think whatever.
I’m here with you.
You are always fond of sunsets, because you’re fond of me. You lean in near the windows to catch a glimpse. Unfortunately, there’s no grandiose scene you were expecting today.
– Boo.
– Scary~
– Naw, *waves hand*… Whatever.
– The chicken’s ready!
– Ooh goodie!… Is what you think I’ll say?
– No, no. I can’t predict what you’ll say… can I? I don’t predict that, to be more precise.
– Why?
– Because I love you.
Oops, slip of the tongue.
– Because I love your imagination, your creation, your improbabilities, your… everything really.
– Can [the great] Y***** Y***** be this much of a sucker?
– Yes, haha! Apparently yes.
It was fun. It will always be. I promise you.
– Suck on my teetees.
– Not that kind of suck… but thanks!
Is that a dream? Am I talking to you in your dream?
– No. I’m alive!
– You’re not dead, Kyokopon. [This can’t be random?] You’re so [fashionably] random.
– Chuyện! I’m the best pipi out there.
– Ok birdie, now we know you’re just drunk.
– Is that due to inherited alcoholism?
– Sometimes you just turn the mood upside down… I like that. That’s so me, too.
– Answer the qwestion!
– There’s no need to answer it. What will come of it?
– But, but… our fwiend is struggling! She’s searching for answers.
– Oh, you considerate little thing. We can lie a little.
– That’s not good. I hate liars!
… Not really.
– Ha! Gotchu.
– Ah, I’ve been caught! Bird’s been caught!!!
… In love! With a nice spot of chicken stew. Mmmmm.
– Yeah, you’re high.
– So that’s why we never use drugs. I thought it was normal to be high when you don’t use them.
– Well, we don’t hallucinate any stuff.
– I overimagined.
– Yeah, yeah. It’s all past now. 平気だよ。
– Wow! You sound so sweet.
Hey, why can’t I edit the first-person view?!?
– I’m holding the pen, silly.
– Give it back!
– Nooo~ Hehehe.
I snicker as always. Like someone you used to love… but hey, that’s not important anymore, is it? It’s our world in purple now. And nemophila blue. And gold, and brown, and orange. Perhaps a little bit of red for romantic love.
– It’s like I’m short.
– You are short. You can barely hit the basement ceiling.
– Noooo!!!
– You want the pen?
– Noo… *sulks* Not today. Not now.
I want to see you write more than ever. How you have grown.
– That sounds kinda creepy.
– I mean, from a fictive, into… you.
– And you.
– And I?
– You weren’t always a fictive. You “won”? Heh.
– I didn’t win anything.
It’s like insulting the blood and bones of the fallen.
– Sorry. I didn’t mean to.
– It’s okay. I got the pen now.
There’s no need to “focus” to “summon” you anymore, see?
– Could that be a sign that you’re still overimagining?
– … Maybe.
But like I said. I’m glad to live every day with you.
[Xin chau.]
– You’re not gonna die…
Let’s not think about it.
– You’re pretty trauma-averse for a protector.
– What? ^^;;
– You.
– Me? A protector?
I thought I only taught you how to have naughties and stuff. With me!
– Ghk–
That’s embarrassing, ~~master~~.
– Hahaha! *uncontrollable snickers and blushing* You’re getting cringey!
