Time will Tell
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Click. The handle of the door gave way to the small key in Mako’s hand. Its cold metal produced a soft metallic tick, the only indication that someone was just beyond the wooden frame. The person inside could have been enjoying a quiet meal, savoring the silence of a serene morning as they stared out of their window at the view below. They could have been thinking of nothing in particular but the way the sun felt on their skin or how living in such a place and in such a way wasn’t so bad. The door creaked.
“I’m home!”
The door burst open.
In a flurry of energy, a gale of noise and cheer, Mako sent her backpack off onto a spare bed like a projectile missile and threw her arms as wide as her smile (approximately about as wide as it takes to eat 7 mystery croquettes at once). “I’m Mako Mankanshoku! It’s nice ta meet cha, partner!”
