week 0 | tuesday night | madara, ranpo, mary, lenka

[speckling]

[ look, sometimes you get bored of your usual sleeping arrangements... within a day. the call of lenka's fluff is too strong... anyway madara grabs a ranpo, lenka grabs his cute partner (or leads the way for her, he isn't a kidnapper like madara) and they meet up at the hachiko statue. slumber party time! ]

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Bedtime Stories

[withsadness]

[After they've eaten, Mary doesn't waste any time at all getting snuggled in and comfortable. She's been drawing most of the day and has no plans to stop, so she decides it's time for a chance of pace.]

Does anybody have any stories? Not scary stories, but fun stories.

[She wants to hear about happy things!]

I don't know if I have any that I can share, but I'll try to make one up if you want me to.

[deductionary]

Oh, oh, I have one!

[ grins and plops self in front of mary. ]

Ne, Mary-chan, do you like detective stories?

[withsadness]

Yes! I do!

[She hasn't really read any but you know what, that's fine, she likes them. How can someone not like detective stories?]

What's your favorite one?

we can have 2 sleepover story threads at once

[soylentprotag]

I think I need time to think of stories.

[Since Lenka's the big glorified bed in the middle of their strange little camp, whenever he talks the entire place vibrates and there might be armor plates digging into people's backs if they haven't positioned themselves properly. But Mary's had plenty of practice at this point.

He sets down his head by her, carefully avoiding any stray drawing supplies that might be in the 'bednest'.]

Or you can take a guess and I can try to think of a story that matches.

[Maybe he just needs help to jumpstart the story machine!]

yessss

[withsadness]

I can guess?

[Mary only snuggles more closely into the soft patch of Lenka's fur that she's claimed for herself.]

What do you mean? Do you meeaaaan...liiike...I start a story and you finish the rest?

[soylentprotag]

[It's warm and strangely cozy for the both of them! Actually, Lenka is probably getting a lot of warmth if everyone's using him as a bed... He doesn't mind. The pavement is cool enough.

In the meantime, he just sort of tossed the idea out there, but Mary's idea is probably better.]

That's a good guess. How do you want to start?

[withsadness]

I want to start with...a friend.

[Surprise, surprise.]

With someone who was all alone until suddenly, they find someone just like them who is looking for a friend, and so they become inseparable friends!

[soylentprotag]

[It makes his mouth curl up a little -- too soft for a Cheshire grin, too wide to be anything but a smile -- because doesn't he know a surprising amount of that kind of story? There's probably a reason that's the first story she asks for. He's just happy he can give it to her.]

Okay. There was once a boy who couldn't make any friends. No one around him wanted to be friends with him, because they thought he was a death god. But that was wrong.

[Maybe it isn't a good time to talk about gods and death. But it's important to the story.]

He met a girl who grew out of the ground. Like a flower.

[withsadness]

What kind of flower--a rose?

[She's already like completely here for this story, she sounds so excited.]

What color?

[soylentprotag]

Hmm.

[He thinks back to the bright white girl who popped up in their lives like a very strange daisy. No, maybe not a daisy -- or a rose -- though perhaps Mary would like it to be a rose. He's sure he can find a rose story sometime.]

She was all white, from head to toe. Like a lily.

[It's somehow easier, when he's storytelling, to think of flowers and all he knows of them.]

She wasn't a human, like the boy who wasn't a death god. They were the same. So of course she wanted to be friends.

[withsadness]

And they were, weren't they? Very good friends?

[Mary, don't interrupt the narrative. She just wants to know that they'll always be together forever!]

[soylentprotag]

[Lenka smiles, but mostly on the inside. Mastering smiling as an Aragami is probably beyond his skill range -- he doesn't mind being interrupted, but he'll do his best to tell it in some semblance of order.]

I think so. I think they'll be very good friends.

[A moment of thought.]

The girl is doing her best to make friends. The boy doesn't really know how to make friends. He has a lot to learn, but I think he's trying.

What do you think he should do to make friends?