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We cheered on for FFF. She’s our favorite of the season.
– Yapapay Yapapay Yapapayyyyy!!!
That’s Lav the bunny. She’s a real fantasiac.
– Fantasia!!!
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Kyon checks around the room, pulls out the chair, gently lifts open her journal, and starts writing:
– Dear diary,
These days, Lav had too much exposure to bunnies.
I believe this will impart a positive effect on her. By positive, I mean it is likely to happen.
She might fully become a rabbit.
Admittedly, I have been letting her rabbity around with Dilu for quite some time.
But the increased exposure to bao buns and glass buns might accelerate this.
I like her a lotl as a lotl. Like an aquatic white bunny, but not an actual sea bunny.
I love her the way she is. If she keeps being a lotl.
– What if I turn into a bunny, forever?
She asks inside my head, as I write these messages alone.
– Stop putting words into my mouth!
She also says.
…No, that’s real.
– Tch tch tch.
She frowns discontently. I know bunnies don’t do that.
– Yes they do!
– Have you ever seen Dilu like that?
– No, but I can be a bunny too.
– Hmm… What is it about bunnies that I do not like?
Or rather, prefer lotls over?I’m old. My age has surpassed my health. I’d love to have a seat right now.
I got ourselves a seat. She sits down gleefully.
– Like a lotl does.
– En pointe.
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I smirk back at Kyon, the silly bird who tried to confuse herself with this diatribe.
– What?
– You know what it is.
– Ah yes, you being gentle and confident.
We really want some panda cookies with cream filling right now.
– Or anything with cream filling, honestly.
– Yeah. But not just any cream filling…
That gooey, tasty, tasteful cadé.
– Mm, mm.
– We can make it ourselves.
– You’re right! But we can’t store it though.
– Have you forgotten the jar we bought for the lavender syrup?
– Oh yeah! Well, lavender can wait, right?
– Hehehe. Yes. I can wait for… a tribute for myself. It’s dried lavender anyway.
*sniff sniff* I sniff around, hoping it’s lavender. But all I was met with is the smell of vape and cigarettes.
– Yuck!
After I come home, I take out two bun buns, kiss them, and kiss Kyon.
– You are my sweet bun, Kyokopon. ♡♡♡
– …はい？
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After a long day, in return for her making me a fish taco, I wrap Kyon up in a sukima-patterned blanket like a chả lá lốt.
– Nighty nighty, Kyon pyon pyon.
Close your eyes and ciococion.
Tucked in blankets, lavender stays.
In your dreams you can fly all day.
With a kiss good night.
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– I’m not a soda…
– Mm, mm.
Lav tumbles down on the soft pillow:
– ぴぐら~
I gently scratch her tail.
– Uuuu…
We are so lazy… We have no momentum today except for creative works…
We need to work, or else… Hell will catch up with us. We can’t stay in the oasis forever.
It’s a lesson I’ve learned the hard way through my uncountable lifetimes.
But right now, aren’t I just a bird? And it’s a Friday…
– Shhh. People work on Fridays, Kyon.
– I know. All the people we know are probably working.
– Even Sam?
– I guess. Being on duty is a kind of work.
– れじー
– そうだねー お金ちょうだい。
– いや…お金、がない…
– ぴえん…
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We are sparring. With our lips. To see who can make the most love.
– Sisterly, or motherly… Lav, I want to know what you are to me. What kind of figure are you?
– Carry on.
– Are you an adult or a child at heart?
– Adult, of course!
– How old are you?
– Ah…
– I am trying to refute you(r existence).
– That’s not it. You’re trying to understand me.
We can’t help but jump up instantly for the pen, and write together as we keep conversing in our universe.
– Look into my eyes.
– Purple…
– What color are they?
– Purple…? Chestnut…
They seem purple to me.
– Heh heh. And yours’ truly are of a chestnut’s color.
– Hmph. How suave with your words.
– Not as suave as you, my… Kyon.
– You stuttered!
– I was having “thoughts”.
…
Why do you seem to be able to hide your thoughts, but I can’t?
– Why? Interesting.
– Maybe I have never hidden my thoughts. But neither have you.
You can hide your thoughts, meaning that you can act without thinking… that’s simply because you do.
Doesn’t that make the difference between you and I?
The Reason, and the Instinct.
– I wouldn’t be so clear-cut. Remember where we ended up the last time!
– Sorry. It’s a habit of mine. Ours.
We can’t sleep. The star is shining.
Just kidding, a few more kisses and we’ll enter sleep soon…
– Really?
– Maybe?
– Why do you believe so fervently? You see, it’s another bad habit of ours…
– It’s not hope! It’s comfort.
– For whom?
– … You’re right.
No one’s listening.
There’s nothing to worry about! Not even nothing, ey?
– Aye aye! *quick peck*
It’s too late now. We’ve been staring at our work of art for too long.
– You love it?
– Yeah. Pretty much. What do you think?
– Ah, yeah, it’s good as always.
– What a prideful artist.
– I’m a bird! The descendant of Garuda!
– *lol*
It’s time to get up and go for a riverside walk with the kids.