001| video | December 08 (evening)
[A little girl stares at the communicator up close... too close. She pulls away and starts to speak, mimicking the voice of a haughty woman.]
Mirror, mirror, on my palm. Who's the most beautiful, cutest and sexiest girl in the world?
[And then, turning her head to the side, she tries to mimic the voice of an old man. She has a naturally high pitched voice so this doesn't work that well.]
Naturally, it's you, Kagura.
[Now speaking in her normal voice, she bounces up and down her bed.]
Isn't it right? Isn't it right? I must have been a really good girl this year because Santa gave me a room and my own bed! I don't have to sleep in Gin-chan's cramped closet that smells like mothballs and despair. It had enough room for Sadaharu but it didn't even have enough room for a pet owl!
And sometimes, when Gin-chan accidentally watches a horror film, he would let me sleep on a futon next to him but it smells of old man, squid and more despair. And the roof leaks and the floors creak especially during that day when I accidentally knocked over some dead guy's urn somewhere. [She shrugs.]
But this room is all mine, right? It's so big! And the bed is so soft! And the pillows! [She burries her head on one of the pillows and takes a long, hard sniff. She throws the pillow in the air with glee.] It doesn't smell like old man and despair!
And under the bed! I bet you could hide so many boogers under this bed. Gin-chan won't have to hide it in the creases of the futon anymore! I bet he has a whole mountin under his bed! A whole mountain! A salty, disgusting mountain!
Thank you, Santa Claus! I knew you'd come through for me!
Mirror, mirror, on my palm. Who's the most beautiful, cutest and sexiest girl in the world?
[And then, turning her head to the side, she tries to mimic the voice of an old man. She has a naturally high pitched voice so this doesn't work that well.]
Naturally, it's you, Kagura.
[Now speaking in her normal voice, she bounces up and down her bed.]
Isn't it right? Isn't it right? I must have been a really good girl this year because Santa gave me a room and my own bed! I don't have to sleep in Gin-chan's cramped closet that smells like mothballs and despair. It had enough room for Sadaharu but it didn't even have enough room for a pet owl!
And sometimes, when Gin-chan accidentally watches a horror film, he would let me sleep on a futon next to him but it smells of old man, squid and more despair. And the roof leaks and the floors creak especially during that day when I accidentally knocked over some dead guy's urn somewhere. [She shrugs.]
But this room is all mine, right? It's so big! And the bed is so soft! And the pillows! [She burries her head on one of the pillows and takes a long, hard sniff. She throws the pillow in the air with glee.] It doesn't smell like old man and despair!
And under the bed! I bet you could hide so many boogers under this bed. Gin-chan won't have to hide it in the creases of the futon anymore! I bet he has a whole mountin under his bed! A whole mountain! A salty, disgusting mountain!
Thank you, Santa Claus! I knew you'd come through for me!