[AT CLOWN TOWN I GUESS Lavi's sitting on a bench in this carnival, just resting... He waves both hands at Eto when he sees her, one hand holding two notebooks.]
[ Good day Lavi it's a normal day until it isn't. That is, Eto is -- as usual -- coming back from a library trip, since this is her favourite place to be. She's got a book in her hands, and she looks like she has half a mind to greet Lavi cordially...
And then the ground opens, and they're swallowed up. Landing unceremoniously because it was totally unexpected. ]
Oww... what --
[ And then a television screen opens up out of nowhere, and it plays a part of her life like it's a show. She's sitting at a shrine, small and just fourteen years old, in rags and tatters from secondhand shops for clothes. Quietly, she's reading through a journal that her late mother left her for the millionth time and she thinks to herself, her thoughts narrated out loud: 'Mom... I won't run like Kuzen did.'
A skip in time. She's turned her hobby writing into a job that makes money, and had just published another work, coming home from a book signing. Passing by a coffee shop, she hears lively sounds and sees a man through the window. It looks nice! The staff is having a bunch of banter, and the old man watches on with a warm smile. It's comfortable. It's his job, but it looks like home.
She crushes the book in her hands like it's not a thick tome, and more like it's a wet piece of paper. The crushed pages fall from her hands, and she turns around and leaves -- rapidly, ugly anger simmering in her eyes.
And then it cuts off, like a television that just had its cord pulled. The screen hums with that latent energy. ]
week 0, monday
You've got books in your room, right? Can I borrow one of them?
[lavi, surrounded by books, asks for more books]
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that icon?????
IT'S REALLY CUTE I love it.
i love eto....
holds lavi...
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week 1 monday
Hey, Eto. Glad I caught ya. You having fun?
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wk3, monday;
And then the ground opens, and they're swallowed up. Landing unceremoniously because it was totally unexpected. ]
Oww... what --
[ And then a television screen opens up out of nowhere, and it plays a part of her life like it's a show. She's sitting at a shrine, small and just fourteen years old, in rags and tatters from secondhand shops for clothes. Quietly, she's reading through a journal that her late mother left her for the millionth time and she thinks to herself, her thoughts narrated out loud: 'Mom... I won't run like Kuzen did.'
A skip in time. She's turned her hobby writing into a job that makes money, and had just published another work, coming home from a book signing. Passing by a coffee shop, she hears lively sounds and sees a man through the window. It looks nice! The staff is having a bunch of banter, and the old man watches on with a warm smile. It's comfortable. It's his job, but it looks like home.
She crushes the book in her hands like it's not a thick tome, and more like it's a wet piece of paper. The crushed pages fall from her hands, and she turns around and leaves -- rapidly, ugly anger simmering in her eyes.
And then it cuts off, like a television that just had its cord pulled. The screen hums with that latent energy. ]
...Tch.
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wk5, monday
It's a nice change from all that lava, huh?
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