#chihiro 01

[hewillnevervisit]

Sweet Sculps Resituated

The Librarian was unhappy.

His ears pinned back, his back hunched. He gripped the rock candy wand less like a wand and more like a bludgeoning rod. A moving light caught his attention and he growled in its direction.

The light was pink -- his first thought was one of those horrid candy monsters. But, giving the air a whiff, he squinted his eyes.

"If you are sentient, come out from behind the wall before I bludgeon you."

@shatteredlittlestar

[smolstar-blog]

@yowonkou !

he’s still trying to get used to the city’s infrastructure, navigating the streets as only one of his size can. granted, there’s still far too many places here where his only option to travel is simply “try not to get stepped on”, but he’s trying his best nonetheless.

today is one day, though, where perhaps his best isn’t good enough. kenta had too many close calls today, with the sheer amount of on-foot traffic creating something not unlike a minefield for one of his stature. of course, he was able to see the danger coming, powerless though he was to stop it outside of simple dodging, but he knew there was a silver lining to such a hazard.

namely, the fact that his destination was approaching soon. 

before arrival in the quiet little back entrance to his favourite shop, there remained one final obstacle; thankfully, this was something he’d trained for by reading all sorts of books. 

“ HEY YOU BIG... PERSON! Can you move yer feet so I can get through?! ” oops. that didn’t come out right at all! “ U-um. Sorry... can you please move out of the way so I can slide through? Or... perhaps help me up off the ground so I don’t die? ”

[himikadabra-blog]

Wow, @yowonkou, you live like this?

      Even after just getting here (and having a condo to herself, no less!), Himiko has run into a problem: her condo’s washer has broke. Normally, at this point, she’d give up and try another day, but she’s already exerted all of this effort... Kind of hard to stop now.

      As soon as she arrives to the next closest laundry room, it looks like another person is in here already. What a pain.

      “Do the washers here work?” she asks, a basket of clothes in hand. Himiko swore she had clean clothes—sort of hard to know when you suddenly appear somewhere—but alas. “... The ones in my place don’t, and I don’t have enough MP to fix them right now.”

[8bithope]

Family Reunion || closed

shukusho

She was only vaguely aware of what he looked like.

All of what she knew about him were rumors, retold words that were passed down from person to person until they reached her own ears. Stories on what he was like and what he did. Maybe even some of these were programmed into her as a sort of memory. She didn’t know. Either way, there was intrigue upon the prospect of possibly meeting him here, in the city. It was possible. That much she was certain of. But would it happen? That much she wasn’t so certain of.

People came in and out of the city daily it seemed. There were many faces that passed by that she didn’t know, and would never know as they disappeared without a trace. Maybe there were more people she knew, that just went in and out. Maybe she would spend her whole time here without meeting him.

She already had spent a year here and hadn’t.

Still, from the vague descriptions she had been given, she was fairly certain the person standing in front of her was in fact, him. Perhaps it was wishful thinking, but there was still the likelihood the person in front of her was in fact the person she had been passively searching for. Her sister was standing next to her, hand in hand. It was just a simple walk around the sectors, she hadn’t thought to come across anything of interest.

Then again, anything could happen in this city.

“......Hello,” she started, voice quiet, as she wasn’t sure what the reaction would be.

“Would you...happen to be Chihiro Fujisaki...?”