Mere watching as other interacts with feline, never to intervene in her stoic observance. From stiff language hinted by body nature, muscle under rippling skin coated by fur of silk’s kin, already can she detect and know full well that animal does not want to be touched or moved by this girl’s means. Mouth shall not part for sake of word, however, and soon focus of eye is to be trained upon that of not fleeing cat but notebook presented.
Out of corner of vision, indeed will she see the pages from that time. For any other being to be struck in fatality by Sabitsuki’s hand, it was never of much importance. People ever .flow, never truly finding death. The blossom before her, no exception, as believed and proven. Hardly much of the girl does she hold knowledge of, yet she finds the same pain brought unto her as if she had brought down the underwater girl, who always stayed with her and produced bubbles in any circumstance of either of their emotion. The last person she can legitimately say in certainty, and perhaps ever in this rusted existence, that is her best friend.
Damn her, then, if she was not to consider beings not of human state in friendship status. Damn her further, more than she could be now. It can always get worse, but it can never get better.
Lips press together for a moment and while she views the inscription on paper before her, she does not comprehend in reading in full definition. Uncertainty, a sensation very quite rare so to ever form plague onto her, yet now it would be so or at least emotion esque of it. The words she give are sudden and almost forceful, and Sabitsuki only wishes to forget.
“ Yeah. ”
“ I had… I could be a cat, if I wanted. ”
In days that had .flowed by her; in days that Sabitsuki wishes to reclaim.
{ ✘♟✘ }
Confusion edges into the sharpenings in her jaw, slightly relieving expression of pleasantry; rather than communicating complaint, however, girl simply stares. Bewilderment is her acquaintance in full, grasping hold of her features and etching them wider almost comically so. Then it releases, and she allows (uncharacteristic) laugher to part her mouth. It sounds strange, faltering; as if the girl is unsure of which sounds to use.
That is, in truth, the reason for it’s sound not that she would know, although, she certainly would understand.
Eyebrows raise while she appraises her notes, response proper lost upon her as she wonders if her friend could, in fact, do as she claimed. It was, in terms of the reality she herself knew, a far-fetched claim made by the morons who truly believed, and exponentially idiotic liars. However, as far as she could tell (and knew, by the nuances in her interactions), Sabitsuki was neither stupid, nor a liar.
At least, she didn’t believe so.
[ really? ]
[ turn into a cat, i’d like to see that. ] voice would steep in her somewhat sceptic thinking had there been an ability for her to utilize syllables in the correct fashion. Eyebrows are kept in their position, leaving crinkles in her brow as she waits for an answer from her. Mouth creases itself in a slight smile.
He banded a group of inspirationists, a group of those who’d give hope to others in even the smallest of fashion, which meant that he, too, had the duty bestowed upon him. Unlike others, he took it with pride, and leaned towards starting his day to assist those in need. Perhaps not in the way one’d expect; fixing mistakes came with harsh treatment.
Sighting even those who needn’t his help, he’d strike a conversation with them anyways, in an act of entertainment on his part. However, the young girl before him seemed to not be that sort of case, her figure crouched and appearing to be in a haste. Standing behind her, the inquiry came without hesitation, “Are you searching for worms?”
“Save some for the birds, while you’re at it!” Crouching down near where she was at, gloves were taken off in order to place his hands onto the dirt floor, as well, “What is it that you are so frantic over? If you are hoping to feed your bird, crackers are a treat for them as well.”
{ ✘♟✘ }
Complete and utter bemusement was bestowed upon her face upon realization of the comments. Head had turned upon the detections of her own peripheral vision of another who had crouched beside inhibited. Eyes had tilted and fallen upon movements of lips, catching partial wording- enough to decipher meaning and intent of person aside, though took seconds of minutes to comprehend.
Hands stop digging for a moment before continuing, bewildered figure clinging to one of annoyance in form before settling back to one of normality in partial amount. Communication might as well have been sapped from her; unless man knew sign language, which was a uncertainty smothered in copious amounts of unlikely. Thus, shrug is given until notebook is found from within the depths of the sand.
Corner of bound paper book she believes she might see, and there is a point to convey meaning. A finger quietly jabbed at before hands dig ever deeper, ripping at sand to find tea-stained parchment.
Trotting down this very same path soon became almost routine for the young girl. A step taken into what always feels like the unknown, a breath released, courage mustered as another attempted was about to be made. As much as this island strove to emulate normalcy, nothing could conceal the gloomy atmosphere it seemed to uphold.
Being so lost in thought, she hadn’t noticed the person in her direct path. Hitting them with a bang, she ended up on the ground before she knew it. Eyes dragged downward as her pink hued gaze focused on dainty hands as they laid upon her lap. Completely embarrassed, the young girl began to speak.
❝ I-I’m sorry for running into you! ❞ stammered Mary, hopping up from the ground and smoothing out her dress.
❝ I-I should have been paying attention. I’m sorry! ❞
{ ✘♟✘ }
Flurry of cries are expected, and given with a displaced nod unattached and disembodied, as if it’s an afterthought. She, in truth, doesn’t hear them. How can she? A mute-deaf of years past, she observes body-language and normal responses, not sounds. Thus, though rude it may be, girl merely continues search for notebook and writing utensil scattered to the far reaches of path.
Notebook may have been easy to locate, but pen was a different matter. Times such as these, it was wished that it wasn’t so very tiny and easy to misplace. Hands scour the floor while eyes look dutifully onwards, but, alas, to no avail.
“Of course. But it really isn’t!” In all honesty Whiteface was a bit offended that she believed his respect to stem solely from such. He really did respect and like her for who she was! Then again…he was used to experiencing such stigma, given what kind of person ‘he was’.
“I’m kind to you merely because I feel everyone deserves to feel kindness!” His smile, in turn, seems uncertain in a way. Did he truly have the courage to feel that way, despite the demons of his past? Including…him?
“So! What have you been up to, regarding tombs anyways?” Whiteface asks curiously.“
{ ✘♟✘ }
❝ Just…wandering. ❞
Girl is jolted in sudden change of topic, and seeks to regain balance in term of speech. Quietly, answer recedes into self deprecation, no matter subtle, but still conspired within the hints of accent in her language.
❝ It’s all I ever do…I’m quite boring, in that fact, I guess. ❞
❝ Sorry, if you wanted something more interesting. ❞
Madotsuki looked at the zippers on the wall with a frown. There were orange legs and arms at the two ends of the different walls, and a purple face above each zipper. She noticed that one of the purple faces occasionally didn’t have a smile, instead it was sometimes a look of horror. On the floor were rows of red numbers. It was hard to navigate in this place even with the Bicycle effect. This world was always much too confusing for her, she figured that she got lost in it long ago.
After trying to find something, she noticed a girl at the other side from her. Another person in her dream world? She had two braids like Madotsuki, and was very thin. She used her bicycle to reach her faster and waved half-heartily when she did.
“Hello… what is your name?” She asked while keeping a tight grip on the bike handlebars.
{ ✘♟✘ }
A turn is immediate, preceding startled expression coming to life on her now-sickly-pale face. I t was not the fact that she could hear and speak now that bothered her (after all, it was a dream), it was the sudden arrival of the stranger that put her off. She had never been known to meet another in her subconscious events.
But her composure is regained steadily, and her mouth parts to release syllables. Low and raspy, as if she hasn’t used her vocal cords in quite a while, or as if she had been without a speck of water for days and days on end.
Even lower lid of eye twitches ― this girl, regularly bearable, that of the highest standard when it came to so, now summoning the disease of irritation to be birthed to Sabitsuki as many would and so did …
Disgusting.
“ Hana, what the fuck ― ” As she reaches for notebook to steal out of owner’s hand.
{ ✘♟✘ }
A sigh, sound of which she is able to piece together, parts weary lips as notebook is taken out of the thief’s well-intentioned grasp. Staring continues, but as if deciding that message is futile, it stops. Another message is hastily written and
Handed to Sabitsuki, didn’t see that one coming.
[ i can buy another one, right? besides, this is helping me. ]
