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“ uah-hah, hanako-san at it yet again in the kitchen? “

“ at this rate, i would half expect this to be your boundary compared to the bathrooms, “ the boy says softly, a feather-light step leading him further into the room. ingredients are scattered about to and fro, some spilled from a clearly obvious case of non-corporeality. “ i didn’t know that ghosts could get so hungry. if you had been craving something, i would have been happy to go out to the store to get something for you. “ he says it with full confidence in knowing that she would refuse it ( at first that is, whether or not a second or third prod would work depended on the day ), because ‘as one of the heralded wonders of kamome academy, she had to be able to fend for herself’. despite the strut in his gait, his motions are completely silent, as if the child known as amane yugi had never existed at all.

rather ungracefully, however, is amane looking over hanako’s shoulder without any warning or request to do so in advance. what amenace, wouldn’t you say?

“ what are you making? “

( @helpfulhands. )

#( ` * hanako. )#( ` * hanako verse ; we took each other's hands and dreamed of the other side. )#helpfulhands #[ winks ]

she pouts childishly ( because though hikari may be older, she is still that of a simple child ), arms crossed as she stares down at the younger. ❝ moon... ❞ her voice can only be described as disappointed — it’s as if hikari were the elder sibling figure in the neighborhood, stumbling upon one whom she had promised to oversee doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing. which, of course, was exactly what moon had been doing ! honestly, she couldn’t leave the younger alone ! ❝ you’re strong, but don’t pick fights with bewears anymore... ! ❞ // @helpfulhands

#helpfulhands #⊰ — hikari ( IC ).#⊰ — hikari v. 1 #(inhales) YOU.

❝ and actually, there’s an ape out there with a suuuper long finger, meow ! ❞ his feet swing as he chats excitedly, mew-chan comfortably placed upon the child’s lap. ❝ there’s a lot of weird apes like that out there, woof. they’re all funny looking ! ❞ paws are placed momentarily upon the table as he munches on crackers ( and yet, the mask stays on, no matter how many times joe has seen him in perfectly normal attire being a perfectly normal boy ). ❝ there are really tiny ones out there too, big bro joe ! it’s pretty cool, woof ! ❞ // @helpfulhands

#helpfulhands #commencing baby mode #⊰ — gin ( IC ).#⊰ — gin v. 2

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her mind — it twists and turns and spins. it weaves memories together she isn’t sure are hers or hers ( the many hers that have bore the favoring eyes, beating within their chests that have experienced so much, too much ). and there is something more; as if she shouldn’t be as if... she doesn’t know. thinking of it, trying to understand — who was she ? who is she ? she can’t make sense of it anymore. it forces her to wander, as if the movement will bring all the crumbling pieces together into something tangible.

remnants of her death fade away; a hell she lives in, yet it offers a semblance of kindness in how a hell is never solitary. no, it is for every inhabitant, for each and every lost soul to view, to hear, to etch into already weary minds. and burn it into she does, as suffocating heat catches in her throat when she hears it: beeping. a mechanical, repetitive sound that is so eerily misplaced in a world of heavy silence. she follows the sound, the pounding of her head ceasing as the lost hero focuses on this one thing.

and then she sees him. she sees him, and feels frustrated. no, not frustrated. shocked, perhaps ? angry ? she isn’t sure ( because all she’s felt for so long is loneliness and mourning, and so detached is she that she can’t easily place a name to the clench in her chest upon seeing her dear upperclassman ). a mix of spiteful emotions churn in the pits of her stomach because why ? why is he here ? she glances to the left, to the right, sees the IVs hooked to this one, single gentle boy and she can’t help but utter his name, voice hoarse from lack of use.