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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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?