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After a good night’s sleep and a dream where we stuck our tongue out, Kyon washes our face, then looks up into the mirror.
No pores. Pinkish. Smooth. Like a filter. Babyfaced.
K: WHY DO WE LOOK LIKE THIS
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L: Coined.
Ethnography time.
Kyon said in the wild: “I’m kyonna cool”
Kyonna. キョンな?
K: Gyonna.
L: Now she comes up with another new word. *diligently notes down* Gonna, Gyonna.
K: Dyonna.
L: Diana?
K: No, donna. Primadonna. Since you keep calling me she.
L: Sorry, gyon.
K: It’s okay. Sometimes it’s cool. Other times it’s triggering.
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Emmett puts on the glasses.
E: Perfect timing! Strange ass dreams, but… perfect timing!
Lila follows Emmett above ground.
Lila: What is with those dreams!?
E: Ah! To us, they are… pretty much a “commonstance” now.
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IMPOSSIBLE PARENTAL EXPECTATIONS CHALLENGE
“Stop being American! Be Swiss!”
Emmett goes to have a heart-to-heart.
E: Mama, I’ve been thinking.
K: *reading newspapers* Hmm?
E: Maybe you’ve confused me with cheese.
Kyon peaks out from the news.
K: Say what?
E: Well, look at that symbol! It pops up whenever you think of me!
Kyon, for the first time, spots a little 3×3 cheese icon on the top-right corner of the screen.
K: Ah, right. Never noticed that.
Weird. I don’t even like Emmentaler all that much…
E: So…?
Will Kyon revoke their outrageous expectations? Find out next–
The next episode preview is already being shown.
K: I raised you Swiss so that you can grow up to be civil, polite, rich, and not involved in war!
L: Says the Evil Inc. bossman.
E: *exasperated* My hair is “gold as cheese, white as cream” and my other mother is butter!!!
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We still remember, like it was just last month.
Lune: We did it! We actually did it! *facepalms* There’s no hiding from any one of them.
E: Aughhhh!
Emmett groans and hits their head on the table.
E: I wish it would just… go away. Just… either we forget or they forget.
K: Unfortunately, guys, it’s something very memorable.
We held hands, me and Lav, desperately on the stretcher.
We refused to lie in the middle of it because we imagined knives and cutlery on the other side.
We’re sorry, not sorry.
To Anna.
To Nhung.
To Mr. Toto.
Well, some of them, we got to know more than others.
We are highly appreciative of them.
Without them, we have no idea where we’d end up.
But…
well, this is but the slightest inconvenience in life.
If you can’t get through something so simple as “imagination,” or “illusions,” they say…
Well… how about you try having psychosis for a month, and before that, living with delusions for an odd, formative 20 years?
Try having all of your senses broken.
I’m sure you already have your own delusions if you happen to think it’d be easy.
Sema, you asked, or perhaps not; in our seclusion, we could not tell whether it was real or a hallucination:
“They lied. Why did they not talk about their problem?”
If you were in that cozy, sunlit room instead of us – a multiple, delusional, hallucinating, careless, friendless (apparently)
human,
you would never have had that problem.
Maybe, you would have questioned that the real problem is (to you):
“Why were you lonely?”
To which, the answer is:
We weren’t. You were just imagining it.