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It should have been obvious, but finding an empty street in Osaka is simply not easy. Especially in broad daylight, its streets are like a heart pumping up blood that is scattered through all of Japan. But, it can be done. It’s simply a test of luck and patience- like the one you are going through right now as you witness Sana try to stick the makeshift bus stop next to a tree for the seventh time.
λ Sana: …Oh, no.
It falls down again. In the end, of course, the scotch tape didn’t glue anything to anything; but, it worked well enough as a makeshift rope to hold that chunk of wood in place. The word ‘LOVE’ is spelled on it, yes, but… the top of the ‘O’ was left kinda open so it may also look like a ‘U’. Hopefully, the bus is also looking for ‘LUVE’.
λ Sana: What should I do…?
You didn’t have the heart to tell her that she has to dig the hole first, so instead you simply grab the bottom of the stick to hold it in place- only to be bashed against the floor by a clueless Sana.
λ Sana: *gasps* Kaname-san?! Are you okay? I’m so sorry!
You are perfectly fine; it’s the Pink Kyubey who just got mauled with the power of friendship. But, you tell her it’s fine. These things could take a few bullets from Homura back then. Finally holding the bus stop in place from below, digging it a bit in the soil so it’s ‘planted’, you tell Sana to make a heart with four fingers.
λ Sana: Um, like this? I’m so sorry.
Like that. The street is empty, the stick is planted, the plank says ‘LUVE’, and Sana-chan looks like a desperate idol. Time flows. Cícadas sing. Anime girls with cute voices try to sell furniture. Sana giggles. You wonder why, which seems to startle her.
λ Sana: It’s just, um… Kaname-san, do you know Mr. Purrs-a-lot?
You don’t. If it doesn’t have child abuse, people crying, wars over cheating, and heavy musical cues telling you how to feel, it’s not your stuff. It’s not your jungle.
λ Sana: It’s a puppet show that I like- a lot. There’s Mr Purrs-a-lot, Piggles the Pig, Mootaro the Cow, and um… I used to want to go there… and the things in the trash box looked like little houses, so I was making up stories for the rats and cats living there… Um!- that’s not weird, isn’t it?
She looks so worried all of a sudden.
It's cute.
