"I gotcha!" Teodor laughs, running through the Christmas themed dining room with a small water gun. Dea isn't far behind, giggling and making similar sound effects while chasing her brother with their gifts from the Christmas stocking. It's enough to tide them over until they can open the bigger gifts, giving Thanatos and Mitsuru the chance they ( Read more... )

Mitsuru's heard a few things from Thanatos about Izanagi, but she hadn't expected things to go so badly. Apart from his Christmas gifts for the children (which they wore all of six days before growing abruptly),  she hasn't seen Izanagi at all, not even in the Mall. At first she was only suspicious, but it's more than clear by now that she's being ( Read more... )

Usually she doesn't fight with Thanatos about anything- in fact, this may have been their first arguement, and the more Mitsuru looks back on it the more everything points back to her. She's feeling rather low about it, even moreso after he was kind enough to take her shopping and actually take an active role in it, and Mitsuru has never been very ( Read more... )

Mitsuru's concentration has flickered well and truly to perfecting her pastry art, and she's bent over a tray of pastry in her dorm room with extreme focus. The front door is open wide enough to reveal her hobby through the dorm hallway, and she works quietly while with a number of tools for some time before pushing a floppy, failed experiment of ( Read more... )

The world is a happy blur for Mitsuru, her lids half closed glazed red. Her walk is a bit more like loping along than usual, lips upturned into a content smile. Everything about the Mall seems so wonderful right now, like that shade of red or the brightly decorated Gelato stall, a Jack Frost staring giddily past the array of flavours at her.

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It's late afternoon when Mitsuru arrives home to a napping cat at the doorway, and she lets Chester dash into the room ahead of her. He's quick to whine for food while winding between her legs, so she checks on Shura napping in her pram before feeding the growing cat his meal. Shura's just recently been fed, diaper changed and walked through the ( Read more... )

It's early in the morning when Mitsuru finally feels the comfortable wrappings of her dorm room bed envelope her shivering form, and she rolls into them instinctively for warmth. Her communication methods are still crooked and confusing as per usual when she's in this state, but on at least some levels she shows signs of recognition already.

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She shivers, goosebumps sharp on her skin and and scraping the unyielding, blinding white beneath her. One of her uncontrollably shaking fingers brushes the grout of the tiles as she scrambles to her hands, only to find the world skipping- like a scratched disc, reversing, and her finger still scraping against the grout ( Read more... )

Mitsuru twists the last bulb out of its fixture, laying it on the carpet to complete the circle of bulbs she started laying out a few minutes ago. On the bed watching her curiously is Chester, half wrapped in a towel and fluffy from the hair dryer she used after attempting to wash out the bugs in his fur for the fourth time ( Read more... )