June 20th, 1885

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Back out in my base, I try… oh, they don’t work! I frown. Ink didn’t either, it just dripped off and left strange stains. I look at the pencils. They’re still a good present… I like to draw, and Isuzu-chan is better. I know she wanted to use the ones that Yuzuya-chan had, but of course -she- wouldn’t share.
They’re still stupid. Not always all the time but sometimes… they still act stupid to us.
I hear Okaasan call my name and I grab my pencils before leaving.
I run back inside, and I just see Okaasan in the kitchen. “Where’s Yamaguchi-san and Asuka-san?” I ask, looking around.

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6 thoughts on “June 20th, 1885”

  1. “They had to go,” I tell her, and she looks disappointed. “You were good for Asuka-san, though, right?” Makoto nods, eating her rice and giving the fish a -look-.
    “Try it…” I coax her. Under the blackened part the fish is still good. She really just scorched the top… perhaps she was cooking on too high of a fire?
    We finish our breakfast, and I clean up the kitchen, Makoto never straying far from my side and chattering on about her week with Saya. They seem to get along… good, and like the week was uneventful.

  2. Asuka-san was right… we should have ordered breakfast. It was fun getting to eat from all of the different onsen.
    I hop from foot to foot as I watch Okaasan go through some papers. “It’s a really nice day,” I say, hopefully, hopping back and forth from one foot to another.

  3. I do catch the hint, and nod, biting my lip to keep from grinning. “Ah… it -is-“. I notice her hopping… she seems full of energy today.
    Usual assortment of matters… ah good, new of Makoto’s pictures are ready. I do like to have those with me, but I’d glad that Tamesaburou has them now. I find myself staring at her for a moment. He has to -see- it? I see it, but it’s subtle hints. The line of her eyes. That she’s more lean than round – and her shining hair… stick-straight, dark as midnight that gleams slightly blue-white, unlike mine with its brown tones and waves that had been my bane back when I did my hair more traditionally.
    I break my gaze away and look down at the paper with the school’s crest on it. Next week they’re to install indoor water and western-style washrooms, so summer vacation is being moved to next week. I remember hearing something about water services – how I did like that in Tokyo, but for now it’s just for the main area of Ito. I’ll be at that well for a while longer.
    Ah well… she’ll just have to come into work with me and hopefully not be -too- bored. “All the more reason to have fun now, ne?” I muse aloud, wondering what she’s wanting to suggest… I do have my ideas.

  4. Okaasan stares too, like my uncle did earlier. I blink and run my hand over my face. Maybe it’s because she didn’t see me for a while?
    All the more reason to have fun now, ne?
    I nod. “Yes!”

  5. I put the papers aside and kneel down so that I’m level with her eyes. She glances away before looking back at me. “Makoto-chan… you have to tell me what you want to do. It’s alright to tell me, or to ask. If you ask I might say no but what if you never do ask? You might not get what you want, ne? I might not even be thinking what you’re thinking… and you know your Okaasan… we’ll end up doing laundry.” I make a face as I brush back her bangs.
    I don’t want her to have the idea that she -shouldn’t- speak her mind… she already expresses herself so freely, and I don’t want her to repeat my mistakes in being unable to speak her mind. “So… what do you have on your mind to do today?”

  6. I listen… just ask? I think for a moment, tilting my head. Then I grin. “Okaasan, can we have another swimming lesson?”
    She smiles. “Hai, and I’ll tell you all about our trip to Kyoto. Go find our yukata and towels, but -then- we need to come home for laundry, alright?” She looks around the kitchen. “And what do you want for dinner tonight?”
    “Fried tofu…” I say, thinking of my favorite things she makes. “And tuna… can you make that?”
    “Then it’s a market trip too,” she says. “So go, get our things.” She smiles at me and turns back to cleaning.
    I nod, already running for the stairs.
    (OOC – end thread)

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