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– Morning!
– Morning, love. ♡ *chu*
– Love it. Do it again?
– Okay! *chu*
– Love it.
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Rikkon was watching a video on DID when the question appeared on screen:
“What is a little?”
– But I’m not a little! I’m big!
– Yes yes, you’re quite bigger than other kids. Probably even bigger than me.
– How!?! No way I’m bigger than you!
– Yes, sometimes when I’m a kitty.
– Ohh… not just an age-slider here.
*shouts out loud* We got a shapeshifter!! Hehehe!
I scratch her head of hair and she grabs my hand as a reflex, but lets me continue scrambling her hair anyway.
Rikko giggles when the system in the video said that littles can drive. She doesn’t bat an eye when they said littles may be “emotionally and mentally vulnerable”, but jolts when they mentioned “low problem solving skills”.
She pulls me over to see the anomaly.
– That, that part!
– “Low problem solving skills”? But you are not a little.
– Well… yeah. Maybe I still feel like one. It’s been so long!
– Could be, could be…
She was sipping on milk tea when…
“Littles are not allowed to drive…”
– Huh?!?
“and littles are not allowed to go to work…”
– HUH!?!?!
Mommy!!!
– Yes, honey?
– Why do they say that littles aren’t allowed to go to work!? I’ve been working all the time!
– Oh, but you see, do you actually remember what you do at work?
– Uh… yes? I play with my sisters and Suzu and Rin!
– Is that called work?
– Well… babysitting?
– Do you actually remember what games you play?
– Yes! Chess, make-believe, and wooden horsies!
– And who won?
– Who won… chess? Hmm! I don’t know honestly.
– That’s because the mind never let it play out.
– Why?! It’s such a big thing in my memories!
– I’m glad that you love playing with your sisses. But the truth is that, I just suck at chess!
– Damn.
– Uh-oh. Cursor!
– *gasp!*
– Just kidding. You’re old enough now.
– Yay! But what about Mary?
– She too.
– Yay!! But, Kokko?
– She too.
– Yay!!! But then what’s the age limit?
– There is no age limit.
– Aw! *punches Mama’s back* You tricked me!
– Hahaha! Ooh, thanks for the back massage.
– No problem. Anyway, shall we continue?
– Rikko rửa bát nhé?
– Vâng ợ!
Giống mẹ, Rikko vừa rửa bát vừa xem phim.
– Anime á? Con có xem đâu!
– Đâu nào, lâu lắm rồi mẹ có xem alime đâu. Bị cấm gòi.
– Èo. Pirashi… is danger!
– Ooh scary spoopy.
– Heh heh!
She is now engrossed in the light painting tutorial with acrylic.
– Art.
– Yes. Something that never dies.
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We get close to the mirror to see if there’s any bloodshot:
– Look at this irisu!!!
– Yey! *growly*
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Muotes: (Mary quotes)
– What? I boil eggs.
– Je boilez ecks.
– No, that’s butchering.
– Yeah just kidding. Keep it a secret, okay?
– Okay.
– Else my internet reputation is going up in flames!
– He! Like that one pan that Caterina had.
– Yeah! Exactly.
There’s gonna be Rikkuotes, Kokkuotes, Juotes, Stuotes, Ruotes, and even Ruotes! Wait I think I duplicated something. Let me rollback. Tut tut tut.
– Okay. You can guess.
– Do you know it?
– Yes. I’ve been listenin.
– Ah! Reimuotes.
– That doesn’t sound as nice. But okay, there’s no other option.
– Nah, we could go with Rmuotes (pronounced remotes) or something. Let’s see what Reimu thinks.
Reimu nods, still on her headphones:
– Whatever.
– Kid is weird. Don’t go acting Capricorn on me!
– What? I’m chill. Yes, yes, okay?
– Yes to what?
– Rmuotes.
– Okay then. Sorry for the outburst. You just remind me of my stupid brother so much.
– Maybe you internalized it.
– Could be. His communication is traumatizing.
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Litl lotl interview:
– What do you think about children who speak American?
– Well… I’m Mary.
– You heard it here first! *points at camera*
– *clapping sound effects ensue*
– *Mary adjusts hat*
– *Rikko adjusts hat*
– *JunJun adjusts hat*
– *Kokko goo goo ga ga*
– *Stasera the fairy flies in and casts a spell on the baby. Nothing happens, just baby-safe glitter.*
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Our lunch was 2 eggs and a hotdog bun (small).
– I suppose that means we need a würstel?
– No, Kyon! We need a salad!
Mary chimes in:
– How about another bread?
JunJun nods.
= Hmm! You got a point.
Mama Kyon goes grandiose.
– How about allll of them!
M: Sure, Mama.
J: If you can find a wurstel.
– Is that a challenge? No way there are no wurstels in Trento!
JunJun the second = wurstel
Wurstel = JunJun the First
Mashed potato = Mary
Lamb ribs = Rikko
Hokkaido pumpkin = Kokko
Filo pastry = Stasera
Chocolate = Me = Crispy Peking duck
Not-overly-sweet fior di latte gelato = Lav = Basil = Peking duck sauces, Vietnamese style (big love)
by Kurogane “Crispy” Kyoko
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– Cevapcici is the best!
In the end, we were tormented by the mountain roads. Belly ached, our mouth icky, we came to the nearest solution. And fortunately it’s open until the morning.
– Yeah! Better than a (regular) beef patty!
– It reminds me of a dồi and giò combined!
– Touché, though it is its own thing. So simple, yet used to be out of our reach…
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Lav prevents me from seeing anything naughty. Almost anything.
– Indecent! *swipes away*
– Aww. But okay, it wasn’t worth much.
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– Awooooooo!
Kyon has been domesticated. Her fur is not as spiky and dark as before.
– Awooo~…oouu?
Her howl is also shaky and soft, not like in the olden days. It sounds more like… singing now.
– Come here.
– Arf, arf! *tail wiggling*
– Let me give you a good petting.
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The big lotl dreamed again. In dreams, she cried her heart out. Awake, she lets out silent tears – our signature.
– It’s okay. You can cry all you want.
She’s just lying there in my arms, tears flowing onto the pillow.
The pain of losing our grandfather has yet to subside. It’s still fragrant and vividly blooming when remembered.
– I knew Granpa was dead, so nothing in the dream could convince me otherwise.
She was there all this time, when we cried in fear of losing our little stuffed bunny toy. She’s not the bunny. She loves the bunny so much. Like it is a baby.
Crying is crying. There’s no disappointed left tears nor happy right tears. They fall in the course of life and evaporate like anything else.
She had stopped crying when she told me to write this down.
I wouldn’t say that I’m emotionless. But I’m not an empath for sure. I do cry, but not now.
It’s our boby’s birthday. Make sure to celebrate!
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*ring, ring*
– Doctor Lav speaking.
– Elp! My condition is getting more severe!
– Kyoko-san? What’s wrong?
– I read “Laver” as “Lavender”!!
– Don’t worry, it’s most likely not hallucination. It’s just a quick glimpse, right?
– Yeah! *purring*
– Come to my office as soon as possible. And bring me some laver too.
– Okay.
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Luotes:
Lav tries to decipher a picture with two circles and another one with three.
– No, it’s like they’re testicles and we have three bobs.
…What?
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A Sorter of any kind can bring about all kinds of bất đồng quan điểm…
– APPLe! He’s so cute! (I wanna hug him!)
– (APPLe it is then.) *nods*
– Wait, no! You can’t just agree with me like that!
– Hmm… (can’t think of any criteria due to not being their main) If I were to hug someone, that’d be Jessica…
– Mmm… turns out we don’t agree on this.
Rikko?
– Apple!!! *hugging signals*
– Yes, yes. *returns hug* Apple it is then.
Suddenly, Mary steps in:
– ドア！
– But Mary, he’s not in this match. Maybe later…
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Mary sang a song for me:
👒🎵When I was just a mamabirdy,
Baby Mary said to me,
Whispered words of wisdom:
*thumb pointing at her heart* “Let baby.”
Let baby, let baby!
Let baby, let baby.
Whisper words of wisdom:
Let baby, be be beeeee~
– *mamas clap* Woo!
– *mary bows*
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We just came home from a quick shopping trip for a lemon.
– Did you see this text? *points at the khẹc khẹc text on her tshirt* No, I suppose not. You’d have known it’s not Chinese! Hmph! *crosses arms*
– Come on, Kyon, we actually do have a shirt in Chinese. Besides… never mind the weirdo.
On the way to the supermarket, a Spaghettish man strangely clad spooked us, but we just jolted away from him.
– *closes door* Just because we’re a bit abnormal, does not mean that we’re sick!
– Yeah. Yeah!
I trust you, my wife. I trust yu with my wife (life).
– You better!
Luotes:
“sometimes kyon can get passive aggressive like that. she’s so cute. ♡”
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Another dream where shapes and colors are garbled… but we’ve gotten used to it. No more panicking. No more screaming around. It’s just a fact, like a baby in a mother’s womb.
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– *voice cracks* 🎵 Pyón!
– She said “pyon”! *furiously takes pictures*
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Kyoko imagines herself bashing open the front door and declaring:
– raven cook brought meat home!
And the kids would pour out like bees, towards their mama:
五 Yay!!!
Kyon closes her eyes, smiling.
In reality, each and every one of them are stuffed.
– *burppp*
– Rikko! You’re 13!
– Yeah. But don’t you do it too?
– Well, yes. I’m just double-standard-ing.
– It’s your hobby, you mean?
– Yup!
– Aww! Don’t be so mean to yourself. *lightly pats Kyoko’s back*
Meanwhile, Kokko softly hums a serenade for a good meal passed.
Kyoko did bring meat home though.
– We’re having it for dinner!
= Aw man!
JunJun pleads:
– Something else, Mama?
– I’ll consider. Honestly, the thought of overstuffing you with lamb scares me too…
Not 5 minutes in and the heat has turned my Kyoko evil again:
– Mary has a little lamb… on the STOVE! Muahahahaha!
– Help! Mommy! Mary is scared!
I come in.
– What’s wrong, baby? *caresses head of hair*
– Mama Kyon… *sniff* Mama Kyon smells like lamb!!! Wahhhhh!
– That’s normal, honey. We can prevent her from smelling more by having something else for dinner.
– But, will Mama Kyon turn into a carnivorous lamb?
– I, uh… *breaks character* I highly doubt that. *grin*
Kyoko chimes in:
– Now that got me thinking, if Mary was a Pokémon, she’d go “メー、メー”!
– Hahaha!
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– Mary!
– Yes, Mama!
– Come here!
– *tots in* What’s up, Mama?
– Let me tell you a new story.
– Cool!
She makes herself comfortable in Lav’s folded lap.
– What zit called?
– It’s called “Little Meticulous Kyon”!
Once upon a time, there is a gyon so sciencey that they call them “Little Meticulous Kyon”.
They would be so careful as to measure the exact amount of water needed for a rice. Having poured the perfect amount of rice into the pot, they washed it–
– Washed it!
– Yes, they did. Sometimes they even wash the rice that was not supposed to be washed.
– *gasp* Forbidden rice!
– Heheh, not that kind of “forbidden” rice, Mary.
– … Poisonous… rice?
– It won’t be poisonous, but it would wash away even more nutrients.
– Oh! Then why did they do that?
– Keep on listening. They wash the rice, and then they measure the perfect amount of water. One third. But there are no measuring marks for one third, so Little Kyon just keeps adding and subtracting water over and over again!
– Woah!
– They mutter: “One third… this is a half already… minus one sixth… oops, that’s two fifths…” and so on.
– Did they struggle for long?
– A little bit. Because this Kyon is more clumsy with their hands than with their mind, they keeps adding and pouring away either too much or too little water!
– Ouch.
– They are meticulous, yes, but they have another weakness other than just being clumsy.
– And that is…?
– They are as forgetful as any other Kyon!
– Oh. I see. Mama do be fishbrained sometimes.
– Birdbrained, you mean? Ah, no, that’s a different type which this Kyon is not. Okay, and so, that’s why they would forget which type of rice needs to be washed, forget to plug in the rice cooker, and even forget to flush the toilet!
– *gasp* This Kyon, meticulous as they are!
– Even they are prone to mistakes. That’s why, for important stuff, this Kyon always writes it down. But for day-to-day stuff… they are still our adorable Kyon.
– *clap clap* That was a great story! *stands up* Time to go to bed.
– *closes the book* Hol up Mary! You haven’t even had dinner yet!
– Oh… all that lamb is not making me feel hungry at all.
– There’s liver!
– At least there is. *sigh*
– We’ll get something else tomorrow. It’s a Sunday!
– Yay! You promised!
– Promise! *pinky*