Ah, homesickness, how I have missed you.

Soap.

It's a beautiful thing.

I miss Caesar.

Joseph, you seem to be quite popular among the ladies. Everyone keeps asking me about you.

Try not to let it go to your head.

I do believe the dry air does make bigger sparks. I wonder if my hamon could channel the jolt into something useful? Hm.

Johnny's gone now? Always with the coming and going, Discedo. Who will you scientist take away from me next?

Are you still here, 6? You're so quiet these days. Do you need another check up tune-up check-up?

Well, it seems that little 6 has been sent home to be with his family, after all. I hope he is safe, and happy, wherever that may be. I wonder what this little Christmas plant will look like when it finally blooms. It's growing quite heartily already.

Well, I wonder. If it was snowing back in August, does that mean it will be unseasonably warm in December? Or will it just be winter as usual?

I guess I don't have to worry about getting soft in my old age around here.

Oh, 6, I have something for you! I am sorry it's taken me so long to finish these. I had to look very hard to find all the bits and pieces to make them just right.

[she holds up two small pair of pants, hardly big enough to be anything but doll-clothes, but as detailed as a grown-up's.]

Would you like to try them on, to make sure I measured the size ( Read more... )

To whom it may concern. Please excuse the mess, and don't be alarmed if you notice young fellow living in the corner of my room. It's only 6. He needed a safe place to stay for a while.