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"Am I really that stubborn? Jeez, you're one to talk." Cue tongue sticking out and cheek puffing. She's like, five years old.

“Are you serious?” She is the definition of stubborn. It’s even funnier that she doesn’t know it. 

He squished her cheeks, “Yes, you are. Hasn’t anyone told you?”

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ruisenior

It’s to be expected that after a long, tiring day at camp, the group would get together around the campfire, make s’mores, and tell ghost stories, right?

Well, he’s been loathing this night since day one. He’s not one to watch horror movies, or play horror games. Why would he want fear in his life? He’s afraid enough when he has to take out the trash at night. He is content with that fear. Why would he want more fear than that!? Surely, it’s enough!

In the end, he’s sitting next to a random camper, eating a s’more. He’s anxious; he doesn’t want to seem like an idiot next to all the younger kids. What to do... What to do? Maybe he could just say he doesn’t feel well, or that the s’more made his stomach upset? 

He’s too caught in his brainstorm when someone says, “Who’s going to tell the story tonight?” 

Someone save this poor man.

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Momo and Shintaro meeting after they haven't seen each other in a very long time.

eneruno

Time passed by too quickly, he thought. He can't even recall the day she left. 

At the same time, it passed too slowly, like the flow of syrup. It's been years since his sister graduated, and left to become a full-time idol. Even though she could have stayed, she left. She left his brother alone. 

Oh come on, he cooed. It's not like she's a limb or something. True, true. It still hurt, though. Momo's was the closest member of his family to him, and the house never seemed the same. Even when he moved out, the house was still felt the same as it did when he was there. It wasn't grieving his departure, but hers still. (Everyone missed her, but God forbid he admitted it.)

He saw her on television, and online too. She's grown so much, and he;s happy for her. But, he never thought she was happy being an idol. So, why did she become one? 

Patiently, he waited for her train to arrive. She messaged him she was coming over for vacation. Nothing more, nothing less. 

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the witch's house. [+ arutonerico]

arutonerico

Onyx hues looked at the note, then at the house, then back at the note. He scratched his head, weary. This couldn't possibly be the place she meant.

First, the fact that it was in the middle of the woods (also, the shocking fact that he was dumb enough to enter the woods to find it). Second, it was clearly abandoned; the paint that adorned it was long since gone, with only little chips and chunks left. The road to said house was also lost to the wilderness, with wild roses (he had a rather painful encounter with these; his hand still stings) and herbs and weeds of every kind leading up to it. It's as if nature's arms showed you the way.

He doesn't like this. Even though the note said it was from Ayano, they're so many red flags. The most probable one is that this an elaborate prank by Kano, but there's so many other ideas that prop into his head. And the more he thought about it, more ideas popped in his head. At one point, it was like a firecracker was going of in his head. He let out an annoyed groan. It felt as pleasant as it sounded. 

He stood there for an awfully long time. The sun seemed to move rather quickly, or maybe he just wasn't perceiving how long he had been there. It was already noon, when he had arrived there a few hours before. He just stood, thinking up scenarios that got worse and worse.

Gah, stop it...! Just... knock.

Facing the door with a trembling hand, he paused. That fear was still running amok inside him, but it wasn't paralyzing. It was more of a sense of warning what stopped him. It was heavy, like the sky was slowly losing it's balance and starting to gain dependence on his shoulders. He let out a sigh and knocked on the door.

This should be good.

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      This is pointless. Try to get along with him, she said. You're alike in more ways than you know. Well, the thing is that she doesn't understand is that before Kano and him would rather throw each other off a bridge. And he's not even sure why that is. Why do these two clash constantly?

"Oi, Kano," he called. "Can you hurry it up?"