Now that people keep knocking on the door, it seems like it makes more sense to just sit close to it. But I was going to have dinner. [Well, second dinner.] I could sit against the wall near the door and then get up to open it when someone knocks, but it's difficult to eat champon one-handed. Yukimi might eat it off the floor... The other Yukimi ( Read more... )

[It'sss camera time. Maybe a little confusing at first, though, regarding shapes and all, because most things are black, and what isn't black is just green. Night-vision, apparently. The feed is a little grainy. There is kind of a lumpy-looking thing and oh, then it starts moving around.]

Yukimi woke back up.

[A cat, now-- it's crawling away from the ( Read more... )

I think ( Read more... )

[It's one of those crazy accidental feeds, guys. Bear with us; right now it's a quaint breakfast. Or maybe it's a snack. Who knows whether Yoite's had a breakfast or twelve already, but he doesn't have his giant Gatsby cap on yet, nor even his black coat. Just a beige turtleneck for your viewing pleasure. Miharu's cat is on the table (cats should ( Read more... )

She needs to be kept safe.

[Yoite hasn't felt this stern in a very long while. His face is blank, his lips are pursed, his hat is properly adjusted, and his eyes are calm and narrow. This is of the utmost importance, all of him says.

It's been long enough since the incident that this should be safe, he reasons. He continues.]

She's become important. ( Read more... )

[Yoite is sitting awkwardly atop the sand with his legs folded and his arms looped around them. His hat's over his eyes and he looks sullen, but that's because he always looks sullen. He also looks minutely pleased, in fact ( Read more... )

Recently, I learned how to clean a coat. It was difficult. Foam is difficult ( Read more... )

Everything is troublesome, lately. Everything becomes a problem. I learned about water torture, once. I think this is kind of like that ( Read more... )

I've been reading. But I decided to disregard some of what I read and think about it in a different way.

Why can't something new be built? It seems like there would be unused space. Rocks, I mean. It seems strange to waste so much effort on remaking something like that. A new one shouldn't be so bad.

So. Then. Since I've been thinking.

[Shifting. Looking sideways.]

Do people get used to everything being. Strange? Weird things happening every so often. Does it happen enough that you become numb to it?

...How long does that take?