Oh. I know where Kirijo keeps hers, I can go look and then talk to Mitsuru... once he's ... yeah.
[we're not going there, definitely not. but ever since Mitsuruf explained the last-name thing to him, he's taken to calling Mitsuru (tall) by her last name. it seems best.]
Yeah. Don't you have those on T.V.s? Little antennas that help the channels come in better.
[he holds his index fingers up to his head like bull horns and waggles them. RABBIT EARS. the gesture reconnects him, like a spark, to the parts of himself the grief and pain had blocked out. the silliness. the youth. he's coming back, slow as molasses, but certain]
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[we're not going there, definitely not. but ever since Mitsuruf explained the last-name thing to him, he's taken to calling Mitsuru (tall) by her last name. it seems best.]
Yeah. Don't you have those on T.V.s? Little antennas that help the channels come in better.
[he holds his index fingers up to his head like bull horns and waggles them. RABBIT EARS. the gesture reconnects him, like a spark, to the parts of himself the grief and pain had blocked out. the silliness. the youth.
he's coming back, slow as molasses, but certain]