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It must have been 5 or 6 layers of consecutively waking up.
There was starry, artsy Kyon showing her published comic book to Boby, only to realize that it’s a lil bit too corny, and turns out… wasn’t hers.
There was [N] losing his sight, but still calming his parents.
There was someone else who got farted in the face by Momy, put their hands on their eyes and cried without tears. It was funny, too funny.
And there was me crawling up to the surface.
I poke my head out like a carrot:
– Phew! Cuối cùm cũm lên đc. Hê lô Momy. Mơ sâu quá.
And I brush my knees like nothing happened.
Before that, we were a bit sleepless. Bad food? Tea? Reduced meds? Of course, like Kyon always says with her tail up: “it’s a combination!”
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The sounds of the morning reminds Kyon of the day she was born.
In the doctor’s arms was a little baby… worm, greeny, squealy, wiggly.
– It’s a combination!
The doctor announced, and her parents were amazed.
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KyonKyon is compelled to say it. The only matter is when.
She’s chowing down some “weird cousin of bean soup” that requires a lot of chewing. So, she chewses to chew.
Chomp, chomp, chomp.
Shrimp. Leftover. Steamed. Destem.
– Momy có cho tôm này vào nộm sứa không?
– Có! Làm nộm sứa để cho tôm mà.
Prey captured. Kyon proceeds as plan.
– Yas. Yas. *nods determinedly* Slayyy.
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– Mary likes spoopy stuff!
– *raveny* That’s what she said!
Mary rides an imaginary bicycle on the bed as part of the daily exercise.
– Mary is also smort.
– Does Mary know everything, hmm? Does she think she knows everything?
– Mm, no. *pushes the idea away* There is one thing Mary doesn’t kno, behind THAT door.
– Oh!
It’s the door! The secret memory vault and printer room that only adults can access.
But due to Mama Kyon being as clumsy as a pink elephant, she spills some censored stuff on the floor.
Mary looks at the mosaic and returns it.
– Not like I need to kno this.
– Thanks. [unlike rikko who might want to see what’s inside every room]
– What’s in there?!!
– Oh, Rikko! Phew, you spooked me there.
– Spooped!
– Spooped!
They high five and giggle.
– Okay. Here’s an image of what’s inside that room.
– It’s… *raises an eyebrow* a normal library room? Then why are you hiding it?
– Well, it’s the content that I don’t want kids to see. Audiovisual, verbal, tactile,… *rambles*
– Let’s wait. I can show you another control room.
– Oh! The dream admin room? But it’s derelict.
– No, ma, THE brain room. She hasn’t been here when I attached the fondant!
– Oh yeah, must have dissipated. That room is for sci-fi kids only.
Rikko runs, leading Mary’s hand:
– We’re sci-fiiiiii!
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– Làm cái mặt hình chim tồ đê.
– *phèn phẹt*
– Hí hí, không phải, mặt dây chuyền cơ!
P/s: In the end, due to rising costs, we only managed to order custom yuakin pendants… Want one?
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Wanderlust.
What a nice descriptor, if it’s not about Kyon’s mind.
1652
Boby says it’s the meds. At first we didn’t think it was that, but Kyon keeps insisting on doing things.
This time, I’m gonna be the reporter for a sports magazine. And there she is. Kyon, my diva on the field.
– When I *[do the T], I can feel the world shifting.
Such confidence in her crouched pose, hands clasped together like an executive.
*edited for class
2004
Kyoko is sent to the Prison of Inconveniences. There, they are greeted by a bubble-blower.
– Wow! You’ve got insane skills!
– Thanks. Took me years. Gonna step outside soon.
– Whatcha in here for?
– Failure of bubble-blowing. Repeats.
She twirls her golden locks of hair.
– Oh, okay. (That’s dangerous.)
– Whatcha in here for, sugar pop?
– I said “gex” ten times in a row.
– Wow! That’s mad dedication, bro!
The inmate tags along as Kyoko is pulled to their new room, her bows bobbing as she hops around.
– Teach me~
– Haha, no. Tch. Funny.
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3ur3k4!
– Ek eek eeeks eeek eek eeek, eeeek eeek eeek eekekeeek eeeeek eeking eekekeeek eek!!?
She throws me a shocked face as a bonus.
– Yes. Yes? *nods* Yes.
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– Ehem.
Kyoko slowly pulls the tray away from big Emmy.
– So, do you want childhood anymor–
– YES!!! *grabs the tray of pie* GIVE IT TO ME!!!
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Of course people feel differently.
[F] like things tactile.
Emmy blushes a lot.
Hakuya stays calm and composed… most of the time.
[N] feels more complex. Like breathing and not breathing.
And me? I feel… like stardust. Like them all? I’m not entirely sure.
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Stasera attended the dentists’ appointment today.
Why? Well, she’s not a tooth fairy.
– Remember, kids! There’s no– Wahhh!!!
A shadowy figure from behind absorbs the blabbering Kyon, preventing Kyon from spoiling the holidays.
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Mary is taking her Vespa to head for the bookshop.
– What bookshop?
– *whispers* open one~
– Right, but, *hands do the talk* that doesn’t fit with how we have a big ass library.
Putt, putt. Mary’s already started the engine.
– Quick! If you wanna keep her home!
– Mary doesn’t need to be home. She’s grown up now.
– She is 7, Kyon. And she’s a NEET!
– All the better! She can do whatever she likes.
– Sigh. You’re insisting that no new places be opened, huh, KyonKyon?
– I!
– Look! Now she’s lost in memories!
Before Kyon noticed, Mary has taken a detour to see the cherry plum blossoms.
Meanwhile, Rikko buys a cotton candy from Rin. It is white as snow.
– Yum!
“Will you be disappointed later?” A voice in the sky asks.
– Nuh-uh! I’ll make it tasty!…
Mufasa?
– No, it’s me.
– I know it’s you.
She raises a toast to the sky.
– This is getting very romantic, Mama. Look, even the sky is pink.
– Those? Those are Emmett’s cheeks.
– Which cheeks? *snickers*
– Gosh! They’re not that far yet.
– Wait, what? Far? I thought you might have smacked them.
– Oh no, Rikko, did you forget?
The sky is as gentle as ever.
– You blushed too!
– I did not!… I was kyonipulated!
– Oh, really? Let me see… *pages flipping*
– Wait wait wait, naw! Naw! That’s embarassing!
– Embarassing what, Rikko?
– Rin-chan! I was talking to Mom.
– About what?
– About… uh… pink stuff.
– Pink? Do you want a pink one? *offers*
– Naw, let me taste this one first…
Eh! Syrupy.
Any candy corn?
– Candy corn?
– Just for eating. Mouth refresher.
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Kyon comes out of the bathroom looking strange. She lowers her head, puts her index fingers together, and then speaks up softly:
– *raveny* I’m terribly sorry for what I’ve done. I humbly beg for your forgiveness.
– Um, okay?… I’m glad you reflected on things, but just know, it’s gonna be a long way…
– By the way…
She waddles towards me, looking up and pouting.
– …what did the chicken do?
