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“ Pff ... ” the girl whines, dramatically so. Isaki didn’t truly feel so defeated and unwanted, but she sure played up the role 10 knots.

“ That’s all you can muster? Not even a ‘hello’? I didn’t expect you to hate me so much --”

#mxnhxra #|| IC : You called?#|| v : DR

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“ Here, girlie~! Here~! ”

#// take it if u wanna!#mxnhxra #|| IC : You called?#|| v : DR

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It’s sensible to realize that when you gather up the ‘best of the best,’ that they’d be a bunch of weirdos. But still, why’d it have to get so weird? She hadn’t even entered a building before she was so rudely bombarded.

She only wanted to see her son ... her sweet, ethereal son she did not deserve to have in her life --- and this is what she got when trying to pay him a visit one Sunday afternoon.

Walking away from the mess, she unfortunately ended up closer to the main building than the Reserve Course building ... and she needed a minute to shake the uneasiness off before venturing back. Just as she was about to call her son and announce her arrival, the appearance of a smaller girl’s image in her peripheral vision startled her.

“ ... G-Good afternoon ..! ” she greeted, though her sudden fright was obvious in her tone.

#// MAMA'S COMIN'#// i made it rlly vague lmao-#mxnhxra #|| Guest: The Mother #|| v: DR

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“ I couldn’t remember the last time I had konpeito, so I went and got a few bags ... ”

Saying ‘a few’ was a bit misleading. He bought several. It wasn’t intended to get so many, but after telling a few of his friends he was going candy shopping, they asked him to get them some, too. But to be clear, a few bags were still solely his.

A small bag of the colorful dots was already open and half-empty.

With a perky tone, extending said open bag out towards Minako, he asked, “ Do you want some? ”

#// wow after that angst smiles seem nice #mxnhxra #|| IC : Here to listen.#|| v: DR

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Phone in one hand, a small business card in the other, Kimihiko lie on his bed as he slowly typed the number on the card on to his cell.

Sad to say, but he really didn’t want to do this. He’s never spoken about any of his issues to anyone before, but those icky memories and feelings crept back up and caused him a lot of distress the past couple of days. His appetite was a wreck, and his assignments were piling up on him. He just sat there in his bed and wallowed. It was really tiresome.

He debated on whether or not to call this number, or the number to the hotline itself -- her, or a stranger.

The button is pressed, and he swallows his vulnerability as he blankly stares at the ceiling.