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20XX/02/XX

Hello,

The radio had a long segment about Towa City today. I listened to the whole thing. I think I miss it there, just a little.

Cordially,

Keiko

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Keiko hopes beyond hope that she won't accidentally give away her excitement, though she doubts even the Ultimate Actor talent could quell the stars in her eyes. Oh wow. This is just like what she's read in children's novels. Is it so bad to linger on the feeling of being put to bed normally, even if it's only this once? There's an itch behind her eyes and she tucks her chin beneath the blanket to try and hide it, peering above the hem with half her face hid underneath. Her chest hurts with something she can't put a name to.

"Um," she feels a need to say something, at least. Perhaps to draw things out, or just to fill space before Hinata leaves and she's left right back where she started before all this. The cookies sit heavy in her stomach like lead (they will stay there for the next two hours before moving to her small intestine, then large intestine, where they will ultimately be expelled from her body. Most digestive enzymes are created in the pancreas, such as--).

'Do you need anything.' What a question indeed. She doesn't need, but she wants. And maybe it's selfish, but she's sure Hinata would forgive her for the lapse of judgement. Maybe he'll even afford her request.

"Story? Please."

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Nights are hard for him.

During the day, an island full of people all needing something, an endless list of chores that needed completing, and countless long, boring meetings with the Future Foundation awaited him. It was stressful, but it kept him busy, never time to be alone in the quiet with his thoughts. But as the day wound down, as everyone shuffled into their respective cottages to rest, and he finished the last of the chores he was physically capable of doing that day, he found himself with the time to reflect, and he wasn’t big on that.

He could go to sleep, but the endless, tormenting amount of information swimming in his skull made that a more difficult task for him than putting together a couch without an instruction manual. Okay, that would be a difficult task for literally anyone else but him, but the point still stands. It’s not easy, so instead he stands in the kitchen, washing dishes, setting a timer on the rice cookers so it would be ready by the time Hanamura got up, and doing any other miscellaneous tasks he could think up.

Normally, he would do things like this until he was too exhausted to stand up straight. It wasn’t good for him, and he was well aware of that, but at the same time he found it ridiculously difficult to stop. He knew he needed change, but it was hard for him to achieve. He had never handled it well and now it was really getting to him.

At this rate, there was no doubt he would end up collapsing at some point, whether from exhaustion or some illness he was bound to get eventually. But until then, he could at least keep everyone here happy and well taken care of. 

Speaking of everyone, he’s a bit startled when the kitchen door opens. Multicolored eyes flicker up to watch as it slides shut. Just barely, he can make out the top of a child’s head, the hair color giving her away.

“Keiko-chan?” He glances at the wall clock, but it’s only out of habit. He already knows the time down to the millisecond. “It’s late. How come you’re up?”

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20XX/02/XX

Hello,

I did it.

I listened to a broadcast about supply drops along the east coast for two hours. I like listening to new voices. I'm keeping the radio under I feel very happy.

Cordially, Keiko

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20XX/02/XX

Hello,

There's only so much an Ultimate Inventor can do when there's no signal to pick up. Maybe if I made the antenna longer…

Cordially, Keiko

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20XX/02/XX

Hello,

I started making a radio out of old flotsam and jetsam I found. I hope it works. I really want music. I like music a lot.

Cordially, Keiko

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She nods her head mildly, drooping on the downswing so as to rest her cheek on the plane of his shoulder. Being carried is awfully nice. So nice she can't find it in herself to be bothered at being cradled so childishly. She watches her feet swing with each step Hinata takes, quiet the whole way back even with any attempt at conversation Hinata may make.

Embarrassingly, it takes her a second to recall the last time she was held this way. Not anytime recently, she knows that much. Or anytime at all. Is that a sad thing? Maybe. She doesn't think she'd have liked to be held back then, anyway. At least not by the people she knew.

Hinata is sturdy, stable. Like an oak tree, or a brick house. The thought of him dropping her doesn't even cross her mind once (before now, of course. But does that really count against him?). If she were anyone else, she might have fallen asleep. But her eyes stay wide open the whole walk back to her cottage. Thinking, always thinking.

When they finally do make it to her door, she makes no move to leave her perch and instead waits for Hinata to decide to set her down. Afterwards, when they step into her cottage, she feels a distant buzz of anxiety overtake her. Sure, the space is clean (calculatedly so). With pencils scattered artfully across the dresser and her bright pink journal angled at a perfect 45 degrees on her nightstand. Her bed is hospital stiff in how its been made, though the sheets droop and brush the ground. Hiding what's underneath.

And god, there's a lot of stuff underneath. Doodads from the beach, old radios and gizmos from Electric Avenue, a lot of so-called "missing" laundry from the other islanders. Is it hoarding if none of it is junk?

Whatever, it’s all safely shoved to the back anyway. Kind of. As much as it can be…

Is it?

She can’t bring herself to check. So she simply traipses over to the edge of the mattress and looks up to Hinata expectantly. Waiting for him to fulfill his (kinda sort of not really) promise of putting her to bed.

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Nights are hard for him.

During the day, an island full of people all needing something, an endless list of chores that needed completing, and countless long, boring meetings with the Future Foundation awaited him. It was stressful, but it kept him busy, never time to be alone in the quiet with his thoughts. But as the day wound down, as everyone shuffled into their respective cottages to rest, and he finished the last of the chores he was physically capable of doing that day, he found himself with the time to reflect, and he wasn’t big on that.

He could go to sleep, but the endless, tormenting amount of information swimming in his skull made that a more difficult task for him than putting together a couch without an instruction manual. Okay, that would be a difficult task for literally anyone else but him, but the point still stands. It’s not easy, so instead he stands in the kitchen, washing dishes, setting a timer on the rice cookers so it would be ready by the time Hanamura got up, and doing any other miscellaneous tasks he could think up.

Normally, he would do things like this until he was too exhausted to stand up straight. It wasn’t good for him, and he was well aware of that, but at the same time he found it ridiculously difficult to stop. He knew he needed change, but it was hard for him to achieve. He had never handled it well and now it was really getting to him.

At this rate, there was no doubt he would end up collapsing at some point, whether from exhaustion or some illness he was bound to get eventually. But until then, he could at least keep everyone here happy and well taken care of. 

Speaking of everyone, he’s a bit startled when the kitchen door opens. Multicolored eyes flicker up to watch as it slides shut. Just barely, he can make out the top of a child’s head, the hair color giving her away.

“Keiko-chan?” He glances at the wall clock, but it’s only out of habit. He already knows the time down to the millisecond. “It’s late. How come you’re up?”

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20XX/01/XX

Hello,

Yuu hasn't been talking to me much lately. They look happier. That's good.

Cordially, Keiko

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20XX/01/XX

Hello,

I collected more cool stuff at the beach today. I hid it under my bed with all the rest. Everyone else would call it trash, but I like it a lot. I'm running out of space, though.

Cordially, Keiko

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20XX/01/XX

Hello,

I want a radio. I want rainbow yarn. I want a Nintendo DS. I want a guinea pig and a kitty and a pony. I want rainboots that have froggy faces. I want a skip-it and a Tamagotchi with leopard print. I want glitter animal stickers. I want a lava lamp. I want moon shoes. I want a telescope. I want geodes. I want a slinky. I want the 1995 Gold Foil 60th Anniversary Monopoly board. I want a baby doll. I want a camel beanie baby. I want silly bandz. I want

I want

I want a

On the next shipment to Jabberwock, I am going to ask for new shoes. Preferably pink Whatever is easiest for the Foundation to send. My old ones are getting too worn.

Cordially, Keiko

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Very carefully, almost reverently, Keiko takes the towel into her hands. The threading is old and pilling, but it serves it purpose just fine as she drapes it over her head and around her shoulders like a cloak. Toweling herself off just enough that she isn't dripping onto the floor.

Friend. A person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection. She turns the word over in her head like it's something precious. Something altogether foreign.

"Thank you," she says, bundled up tightly. "Thank you very, very much." Yukiko is so nice. While Keiko may not get cold easily, she remembers her teachers saying that she's immunocompro-whatsit, so it's probably best to play it safe.

She sniffles quietly, wiping her nose with the ends of the towel almost self-consciously. "So, where're we going?" She drifts over to the aisles, deferring to Yukiko and whatever route they prefer. The frayed ends of the towel drag behind her like a bridal veil. "Umm, what're your favorites? I don't think I've tried any of this stuff before..."

So many boxes and colors and every type of animal mascot you can think of. She's not used to this many options. You eat the same meal three times at the same time each day and suddenly having to choose between cereal brands is impossible.

Rain pelted their umbrella, rolling off in big, fat drops. The air was chilly, but not too chilly, though they did wish they had worn a coat before leaving the house.

Oh, well. If they went back they were sure they'd be made to stay inside, and they weren't quite ready yet. They wanted to go to that convenience store by the bridge and get some snacks with the money the woman they lived with had given them. They got a couple odd looks from people as they went, but they were mostly used to it by now.

"Uh... was it left or right here?"

This intersection always confused them. They were pretty sure it was right, but the longer they hesitated there, the more unsure they felt. Dang, they should know by now... should they just guess? They could always turn back...

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20XX/01/XX

Hello,

The other day, Yuu asked if I would watch over something for them. I said yes, of course. But now I am thinking. Would someone try to find my stuff? This journal? I don't see why. Nothing I log is that interesting.

Cordially, Keiko

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Keiko intones a harmonizing note, watching the last dregs swirl in the basin of the sink before turning away from the faucet. She tiptoes over to the pantry, weight placed on the balls of her feet as she pads in the direction of snacks.

"Cookies, cookies, cookies," she braces her feet on a lower shelf and pushes herself up, grasping at the box of offbrand hardtack that the Future Foundation tries to pass off as a cookie. She moves quickly, knowing that it's only a matter of time before Hinata tries to redirect her to a more appropriate snack. Sugar isn't going to help her sleep, but it's not like hunger is what's keeping her up, anyways.

Plunging her hand into the depths of the box, she grabs a handful of crumbling biscuits and bites at them. Every component is quickly categorized and broken down on her tongue. From ingredients to chemical compounds to where the wheat was grown. It tastes like vanilla shortbread.

She holds up the last cookie to Hinata, a questioning lilt to her tone as she says, "want one?" It's easier to echo his previous words than to find her own. "Eat, then we get back in bed."

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Nights are hard for him.

During the day, an island full of people all needing something, an endless list of chores that needed completing, and countless long, boring meetings with the Future Foundation awaited him. It was stressful, but it kept him busy, never time to be alone in the quiet with his thoughts. But as the day wound down, as everyone shuffled into their respective cottages to rest, and he finished the last of the chores he was physically capable of doing that day, he found himself with the time to reflect, and he wasn’t big on that.

He could go to sleep, but the endless, tormenting amount of information swimming in his skull made that a more difficult task for him than putting together a couch without an instruction manual. Okay, that would be a difficult task for literally anyone else but him, but the point still stands. It’s not easy, so instead he stands in the kitchen, washing dishes, setting a timer on the rice cookers so it would be ready by the time Hanamura got up, and doing any other miscellaneous tasks he could think up.

Normally, he would do things like this until he was too exhausted to stand up straight. It wasn’t good for him, and he was well aware of that, but at the same time he found it ridiculously difficult to stop. He knew he needed change, but it was hard for him to achieve. He had never handled it well and now it was really getting to him.

At this rate, there was no doubt he would end up collapsing at some point, whether from exhaustion or some illness he was bound to get eventually. But until then, he could at least keep everyone here happy and well taken care of. 

Speaking of everyone, he’s a bit startled when the kitchen door opens. Multicolored eyes flicker up to watch as it slides shut. Just barely, he can make out the top of a child’s head, the hair color giving her away.

“Keiko-chan?” He glances at the wall clock, but it’s only out of habit. He already knows the time down to the millisecond. “It’s late. How come you’re up?”

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20XX/01/XX

Hello,

I like how the sky looked today. I never saw a clear sky until I came to Jabberwock. Seeing white clouds makes me happy.

Cordially, Keiko

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20XX/01/XX

Hello,

Hinata found the snail collection and made me release the escargatoire. I am very sad. The fifth generation had very nice patterns.

Cordially,

Keiko

P.S. Need to find a new hiding spot.

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the good child and the fox spirit

i wanted to make a dumb little animatic abt my oc sooooo now y'all get to be subjected to it lol

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20XX/01/XX

Hello,

I have had this journal since Christmas. Mizuki gave it to me. She said it would be good for my mental health to be able to "properly articulate my thoughts." It is nice to get my thoughts out all in a row. So neat and duckling-like.

The journal is pretty. I like it because it looks new and is pink. I told Mizuki I write in it every day, but I don't think she believed me. I am sorry, Mizuki. I have nothing to write about.

Today was good. It was Hinata's birthday, and he smiled a lot. I liked today because there was a lot of candy and cake for dinner.

Cordially,

Keiko

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damn it’s almost hinata/kamukura’s birthday take these sketches of their clone daughter ig

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