January 1st, 1953
[BACKDATED BECAUSE I FAIL AT LIFE]
[Is in she and Cielo's room, carefully spreading a dark purple furisode across the bed in a painfully slow slow motion, her hands trying to smooth the fold marks from it ( Read more... )
[Is in she and Cielo's room, carefully spreading a dark purple furisode across the bed in a painfully slow slow motion, her hands trying to smooth the fold marks from it ( Read more... )
Is Mama Tomoe okay...?
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I am alright, Chii-chan.
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[Chii does not actually sleep, so she was able to peek when Cielo and Tomoe got back. Plus, one might guess that Tomoe had a bit of a headache that morning?]
[Goes in a little more, looking at the clothing on the floor]
What is that...?
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[She nods]
I am...
[She looks back to the furisode (on the bed actually, but the end is probably hanging onto the floor XD;)]
It's a kimono... [Glances back to her] Have you seen silk before...? [and motions her closer]
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[If the sleeves are being aired out, too, I can imagine those on the floor. xD Mostly, I am full of errors, I think. Ahah~]
[Finally goes in to the room all the way, and walks up to Tomoe to look at it]
Silk? Chii doesn't know...
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The fabric is silk. It's very soft...
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Chii can't understand soft... But it's light.
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It's light as well...
[She lifts the significantly less-silky edge of the blanket currently laying on the bed up so Chii can feel the difference.]
Silk is very soft... 'fine' may be the better word... Can you feel how the blanket is more coarse...?
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[Gives Tomoe a bit of a disheartened look]
Chii... Can't tell. Chii isn't sure...
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