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"Genuemon?" Misono poked around on deck, looking for her family. She found him chatting animatedly with strangers in a language she didn't know. She looked down at the picnic basket in her hands. She'd snuck in to the kitchens and charmed the cooks into giving her a lunch for two...but she knew her family and she knew he wouldn't want to leave his newfound friends just to spend time with her.
Genuemon was excited about travelling to America. Misono was, too, but sometimes the thought of being so far from Japan scared her and she wanted nothing more than for her family to hold her close and be with her. Since docking in France, the only Japanese that Misono had heard was only between her and Genuemon. It was lonely, hearing all these foreign languages all around her all the time. "I'm going to go find somebody to picnic with," Misono whispered to him even though she knew he couldn't hear her.
It was a big ship so she could find somebody. Only...it was a big ship and Misono couldn't find 'somebody'. There were lots of people but nobody who would fit with her. She kept looking. She was sure, absolutely and totally sure, that she'd find somebody if she kept looking. She knew there was somebody there.
It was time to get off the beaten path.
Misono swayed with the ship as it sailed, nibbling idly at the heel of a loaf of bread. She wasn't quite sure why she was looking for a picnic spot in the bowels of the ship, but somehow it just seemed like a good idea. She swung her basket of food as she meandered around.
She'd surely find somebody down here to keep her company when she was lonely. It was the last place on the ship she'd not explored in seeking her 'somebody'. She'd find somebody!
And she did. Sort of. She could FEEL somebody nearby. Somebody like her. Somebody who wasn't human. "Hey!" she called into the dim expanse of the hold. "I brought lunch--you want to have a picnic with me?" It was a mixture of Japanese and her limited English. Probably whoever it was would understand. Unless it was somebody who spoke like those French guys they'd picked up. Or the ones who spoke that other language. Whatever. Misono sounded cute and friendly and she had a basket of food. They'd get the idea.
"Hello?"
Genuemon was excited about travelling to America. Misono was, too, but sometimes the thought of being so far from Japan scared her and she wanted nothing more than for her family to hold her close and be with her. Since docking in France, the only Japanese that Misono had heard was only between her and Genuemon. It was lonely, hearing all these foreign languages all around her all the time. "I'm going to go find somebody to picnic with," Misono whispered to him even though she knew he couldn't hear her.
It was a big ship so she could find somebody. Only...it was a big ship and Misono couldn't find 'somebody'. There were lots of people but nobody who would fit with her. She kept looking. She was sure, absolutely and totally sure, that she'd find somebody if she kept looking. She knew there was somebody there.
It was time to get off the beaten path.
Misono swayed with the ship as it sailed, nibbling idly at the heel of a loaf of bread. She wasn't quite sure why she was looking for a picnic spot in the bowels of the ship, but somehow it just seemed like a good idea. She swung her basket of food as she meandered around.
She'd surely find somebody down here to keep her company when she was lonely. It was the last place on the ship she'd not explored in seeking her 'somebody'. She'd find somebody!
And she did. Sort of. She could FEEL somebody nearby. Somebody like her. Somebody who wasn't human. "Hey!" she called into the dim expanse of the hold. "I brought lunch--you want to have a picnic with me?" It was a mixture of Japanese and her limited English. Probably whoever it was would understand. Unless it was somebody who spoke like those French guys they'd picked up. Or the ones who spoke that other language. Whatever. Misono sounded cute and friendly and she had a basket of food. They'd get the idea.
"Hello?"