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New Message from @rosepineuse

OH very well, fine, i SUPPOSE kimi 2026 can become mine very own lady-in-waiting, if she TRULY INSISTS

If you want her to bathe you, and dress you, and brush your hair, and tuck you into bed, and kiss you good night, you only need ask. There is no need to go through all these formalities.

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new message from @igniferous

HARRUMPHS for due attention ! Then draws a breath and proceeds to read, almost all in one breath,  "Aries, this week unfolds as a dynamic interplay of triumphs and trials. The very onset of the week brings an aura of honor and respect, with the energy on 31st March setting a promising tone. You’ll feel recognized in your social circles and professional environments – an auspicious day that encourages you to seize opportunities, especially in areas requiring bold decisions and innovative ideas. However, as the week progresses, you might encounter moments of confusion and emotional turbulence. While the initial burst of positivity fuels your confidence, later days demand careful decision-making and patience–  ..."

First bid for attention is ignored, written off as a throat clearing and nothing more. It is the volume of what could have been mistaken for rambling that alerts it was her attention he sought, and the point at which she lowers her own reading material to give it.

Intrigue on what he's decided worth breaking the silence between them aside, it would be inorpportune to completely ignore his attempt at trying to socialize with her after he'd made such an effort. And she did find it curious that, of all things, it was a 'daily horoscope' he wanted to share with her. After all, the Wolfram Von Bielefeld was not the type to waste his energy on things he found beneath him of little importance.

But she, of course, takes note that it is her own horoscope he's decided to kindly read to her. How nice (even if it was also his own). If she were to read into that, she would say she occupied at least a molecule of space in that cavalier, golden-haired head. And if this were true, then would she also be correct in assuming this was Wolfram's own way of trying to bond? Over a shared trait? And if she had gone ahead of herself and placed herself too highly, then he still had inadvertently told her something about himself, however small, and that had to count for something, didn't it? She, herself, could find it a bit cute, even.

She comes up, head nearly resting on his shoulder as she leans over the couch to peek at the paper in his hands. A hum. "Encouraging, but the end feels a bit unsure, don't you think? Oh, is there anything about lucky items? Or the weather! What will the weather be like?"

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Giving Kimi my cowboy themed Jojo guys to throw the rope at and catch them 🤠➰

@darabeatha/ @sculptambitio

yay! ❤

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new message from @kojikis

WHERE KIMI-ONEE ...

Oh, how could indifference hold its place when the rain would cry out for her like this. How is anyone meant to ignore this child's yearning pitter-patter. She drops beside him, gentle as the hand rubbing circles on his back, to soothe; to let him know she was here. He need not cry out for her anymore.

And it's with practiced ease that she's able to turn him over and pull him into her arms. She holds him there, briefly invoking the image of pietà, before he's settled. Her dear little brother. Her dearest little brother. Had he missed her as much as she missed him every storm and light drizzle? Knuckles of her hand caress a wet cheek. Then she lowers her head, pressing warm lips against his other cheek and—-

"PBBHT!" ♡

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would kimi like one of these

@kojikis

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new message from @dnangelic

a black rabbit keychain. a felting kit. a dress-up sticker book. even a small plush and some snacks and pastries, as well as an assortment of colorful bows and rings. daisuke offers the armful of presents over with the usual flush of his cheeks deepening a little. ' happy birthday, eto-san! ' an awkward half-bow, maybe a little more formal than necessary, but he's never been able to help his manners. ' i, um, couldn't really decide on just one thing... so i just sort of brought everything. ' and at least with so much variety, there had to be at least one thing that would make her happy, right? ' i don't really know if you consider us close or anything, so this might be really weird, but... um, it'd make me really happy if i could consider you a friend! i mean, if that was okay, or something--- a-anyways, this isn't supposed to be about me! what i'm trying to say is --- i hope you have a really good day! i mean it! '

subject: kimi's birthday!!!

Surprise. Of what she felt, that was the emotion easiest to identify as he stood before her with an assortment of birthday offerings. Niwa Daisuke was not on the list of people expected she receive a gift from, nor did she ever think to pencil him in. Picking out a gift for her was no responsibility of his.

A look at what he's brought brings the thought that he must have spent the entirety of his allowance, if not a hefty part, in picking out things to give her. And, from the sound of it, not strictly because he was sure she'd like them, but on the off chance she might? There's a strike of guilt that accompanies such thoughts; a moment in which she considers picking out only one thing from the pile in his arms and insisting he return the rest. But sincerity lied in the pink of his cheeks, and that alone was reason to receive his gift without any sort of polite protest or inkling of apprehension. Each and every item, picked with fret of whether she would like it or not, carried feelings she ought to cherish.

She returns his bow with reflexive, drilled decorum. How many times has she had to bow out of courtesy today? Wine she couldn't drink, vouchers to stores she didn't care to visit, expensive gifts that would remain unopened—none felt as deserving as a young boy’s hopeful words. Eyes feel wetter than they need to be, and she blinks quickly. For as embarrassed as he might feel over the way his words spill out, she feels embarrassed at her own reactive emotion. She wants to be his friend. Of course she would like that! And she would like it if he were hers. And if it was weird, then they were both weirdos. But if that meant they were friends, then wouldn't that be just fine?

Short breath pushes through her nose. Toe taps against the ground. It takes all not to reach over and ruffle his tomato-red hair. It would be a shame if her sudden zeal scared him away. So she must take care to make careful approach.

Her eyes squint, minimizing threat along her waterline, and all together softening mien. Black rabbit is picked gently from the pile, as if it were a real, fragile creature, and it is with the same gentleness that she presses it against his cheek. A way to express everything she needed to with soothing ease. A toy rabbit’s gracious kiss for the warm hands it was gifted to. Did it carry her gratitude? her answer?—her feelings well enough? 

“Thank you, Daisuke.”

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New Message from @audienceled

' should we hope for a big one? ' daiki's hands might be hidden away into the long sleeves of his kimono, but his eyes remain sharp and ever-vigilant. what an old hunting dog lacked in spryness, it made up for in beetle-hunting experience. still, there's a warmth and kindness that hovers about his person whenever his attentions shift to look at kimiko. a glimmer that shines even now, as his eyes jovially pinch. ' or a smaller, feisty one? you're sure to be a fine coach either way, i do believe, so please feel free to pick the one that you simply like the idea of the most. '

"Hmm, I'm afraid I'm not adept in gauging the different temperaments of beetles. It was my belief that they were creatures fighting and surviving on instinct. Are they actually more complex individuals?" She picks up a piece of bark to look under, finds no signs of what they're looking for, and carefully places it back as it was. "I will have to apologize to all beetlekind for my narrow thinking."

Her face, as her tone, remains unrevealing to the state of seriousness (or lack there of) of her words.

Hands continue the laborous task of lifting every stone, leaf, or twig in reach, and putting them back as they were after ascertaining there were no beetles sheltering underneath. It would be a discourtesy to the other bugs to disturb them and not even bother to putting their homes back. "Might it still be too early for beetles?" she says after moving dirt around for what felt like a while. She'd always been led to believe that beetles only bothered appearing in the peak of summer. When the wails of the begging cicada serenaded warm nights. Too bad if that were so. She was looking forward to seeing a rhinoceros beetle at the least. "What will we do if we only find grub?"

Or maybe beetles were just generally good at keeping out of sight. Maybe if she had read up on traps and taken the time to prepare them, they could have tried setting up a few and had better luck. It certainly would have beat the strain and required patience of scouring the forest floor. She stands for a needed stretch---hands going behind her head, each leg given a shake. Despite Daiki's supportive belief in her yet to be seen 'bug coaching' (assumed with adult beetles), she voices, "I'm not sure I would fare so well in raising a grub to beetle smackdown stardom. I fear I lack the..." fingers press under her chin, eyes rolling up as she thinks of what she's trying to communicate to Daiki, "---nurturing fortitude of a parent?"