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The emotions threatening to overwhelm you are distilled into a manageable ball of discomfort after you take the necessary time to clean up with the luxury of warm water.
''You're welcome to join,'' Shigeko announces when you exit the bathroom.
Seyraphal's dark eyes don't have their usual tension as she sits in front of the blue Oni, and for a moment, you're tempted to talk about that freak of a singing Outsider, but... knowledge alone would awaken its interest in your friends. That means endangering them even more than they are now.
''I've rarely played dice, I'm not sure I'm getting it...'' says the moth as she rolls her turn, then looks at a paper filled with numbers and squares.
<span class="mu-i">Huh... what are they playing?</span>
Your eyes trail toward the bag holding Augustine's most important possession.
''I don't want to make our pink friend agonize any more than she has to. Let's make this a date tomorrow night.''
The girls' attention briefly shifts toward the bag that hasn't moved since you put it there after getting home. Usha rests inside a basket nest nearby; she'll stay with them.
''Okay. Once your parents are back... if we can find the time, let's talk.'' You have had enough time to become familiar with Seyraphal's insectoid features; her smile evokes a rare, pleasant emotion inside your exhausted heart.
After an inspection of your shed-for-a-room (paying particular attention to Olin soul), you swallow the dread tightening your throat as you hold a leather-bound book. Apart from many creases of use, there are no hints of identification on its dark red hardened cover, and a quick survey of the pages reveals that a little less than half of the book has content.
''Sorry.'' You whisper at the hibernating grey core of Olin soul beneath your atelier.
-- (Journal)
<span class="mu-s">Sister Supirior said I should try writin in here.</span>
Like... thinkins or feelins and stuff. bout dad?
I dont know if it help but maybe it do.
If i show her I writed some, maybe it count for school?
like it when teachs talk about HEROES. Batrion is strong.
I dont like school much right now. It's hard.
but I’m tryin. bert a right
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The next words are scribbled over. You can't help but chuckle as you notice the light damage on the page from putting too much pressure on his pencil. Establishing a timeline isn't complicated here; the boy diligently continues his writing for a while, with most days described with a single line.
--
fogh bert -- for good cause no bully today.
Martina? scared of bugs picked some it was fun
--
This name, ''Bert,'' is referenced often during the following two weeks of diligent reports. Another boy, a rival or bully; Olin's animosity toward him is comically obvious with all the scribbled-out insults that follow this name.
