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Post by Amelia Rose on Dec 6, 2017 20:17:17 GMT
[attr="class","burst"] [attr="class","whitenight"] ❝ Ikigai. So majestic. So pretty. So far from home. So…filled with shopping opportunities. I knew there had to be a downside to this. With a sigh, Amelia carefully snuck away from his sisters. True she was more than thankful her siblings had decided to steal her away to enjoy the festival in Ikigai. However, she should have known that would have meant shopping would ensue. Plenty of it. And that was putting it politely. While the pinkette could enjoy shopping to a degree- especially in a brand new place like this -it only went so far. They’d already gotten and force Amelia to wear a kimono. In order to “Get into the tradition” or something. Whatever. It was comfortable at least. And pretty, if she was being even half honest with herself. But while Amelia was fine with the one, her sisters wanted more. Don’t even get her started on how many paige alone was purchasing. ”How is it that I ended up being the shrewd one?” The tiny mouse muttered to herself as she slipped through the crowd to put some distance between her and her sisters. Whom would no doubt force her into another changing room if they managed to catch her. She just wanted to wander and enjoy Ikigai while she was here. Not the inside of a small closet. Perks of being small: you managed to pass by relatively easy in crowds when you wanted to. So with surprising deftness Amelia managed to get out of the store she’d been dragged into and headed towards……Well from the looks of some of the others laughing and swaying, it must have been some sort of bar. Normally Amelia wasn’t the biggest drinker (partially because a certain surajan friend of hers once told her she acted very…different when she was drunk). However, having to deal with her sister made this moment an exception. So after heading in and approaching the counter (and of course having to show her ID: damn her height), the tiny mouse had managed to drink enough to dull the pain in her feet and lessen the annoyance towards her sisters. Not drunk but tipsy. Pleasantly, pleasantly tipsy. Hey, maybe her sisters weren’t so bad after all. Sort of. Kind of. Maybe a little? Amelia shook her head (and then immediately decided not to do that again, as fun as spinning everything was) and headed back out the door; intent on finding said sisters again. Or at least that had been the reason until she found herself walking straight smack into someone and stumbling backwards. Fortunately the little mouse felt fuzzy enough that she didn’t immediately puff up. Instead she regained her balance and squinted at the culprit. Who was sporting very familiar blonde hair… Oh.”Professor?” Amelia stated, dumbfounded and blinking rapidly. Wait, was this real? How much had she drunk exactly? | [attr="class","white"] [attr="class","night"]  [attr="class","burstmini"]@someone2 [attr="class","burstmini"]478 [attr="class","burstmini"]Here we go then |
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Post by Emiko Inoue on Dec 7, 2017 22:52:11 GMT
[attr="class","lilyric"]am i allowed [attr="class","lilyric3"]to be happy now? [attr="class","lilyric2"] 讓我寫你的故事的結尾 /comboburst-1.png) [attr="class","litags"]@amelia
[attr="class","litags"] Zelda[attr="class","litags"]What u doin' here, gurrrrl? You're so adorbs <3 Kimono[attr="class","licred"]// NOVA // | [attr="class","libody"]This was exactly what she was hoping for. This entire trip had been perfect. Emiko had made a point to visit her mother's old house on the island. It was amazing to her how much had changed and yet still remained the same. The architecture, the landscape, even the air itself had a very precise scent that immediately catapulted her into a bittersweet nostalgia. Okaasan had made the courageous decision to travel to Ethea in hopes of giving her daughter more opportunities. And in many ways, she had. Even if it hadn't ended the way she might have originally hoped.
Em had visited the sights of old elementary schools she had attended. The site of her old childhood friends' homes. But as the sun had begun setting the runic professor made her way back to the heart of the downtown area for the festivities. The Ikigain new year was vibrant, not only in reality but in her memories. The games she'd used to play. The wide excited eyes that stared up at parade floats.
My goodness, the vendors and stalls. The shops! Emiko had spent a good while re-experiencing each one at a pace that allowed her to fully take away what she had hoped she would. Back in the hotel room were so many kimonos and hanboks, she was certain she was going to have to buy another piece of luggage just for the plane back home. In one hand she snacked on a candied dango in one hand and her new fishy pet in the other. The small baggie was held with pride and childish joy. Poor Reese would find his phone blown up with goofy text messages about it. That's what happened when you mixed nostalgia, sweets and sake.
It would be with a blissful pleased composure that Emiko would be bumped into. "--Oo! Sumimasen!" Emi would express in one of the many Ikigain dialects she was fluent in. As those scarlet eyes would refocus on the smaller young lady who had booped into her, there was an immediate glistening of familiarity. "Mlle maîtresse?" Emi would inquire with surprise in the language Amelia had been instructing her in.
Cheeks warm from her buzz, Emiko would smile brightly. "What are you doing in Ikigai?!" And only after expressing her excited greeting did she immediately take a small step back to take in the sight. "Oh my gods, you're adorable in kimono."
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Post by Amelia Rose on Dec 8, 2017 3:00:58 GMT
[attr="class","burst"] [attr="class","whitenight"] ❝ Oh shit.It was her professor. She hadn’t been hallucinating. It was her professor holding a…a fish? huh. Guess she’d played the fish game earlier. Oh! And apparently held onto her understanding of French enough to address Amelia. Plus she seemed really cheerful. Which was good! Right? Was the professor usually this excitable? And man that smile was so… No, stop. Bad. Amelia gave a little shake of her head (and immediately remembered why she’d sworn not to do that) before looking at the professor again. Fortunately her own buzz made a smile come easily enough to her face. It was even a bit genuine. Maybe more than a bit. She couldn’t tell. ”Oh hello! I, ah…. My…. mes sœurs they brought me here. For a vacation, or something. it’s very nice here though Ils vont faire du shopping. Et toi?” Oh wait that was kind of informal. Was that informal? Oh well who cares. Amelia was getting a compliment that made her look down at her outfit. Then back up with a wider smile. ”Je vous remercie! You also look…good. Though you usually do. Wait.” Abruptly the mouse stopped. Wait wasn’t that supposed to be in her head? She frowned for a second before realizing that yes- she’d said that out loud. ”Merde.”That too. Cheeks now infused with a redness not just from drink, the mouse bit her bottom lip and tried to think of something to steer the conversation away from her blunder. Quick! Think of something! Anything! But lo, for the mouse was flustered and tipsier than she’d intended for conversations with people other than her close family. ”I uh…you…Uh, where are you going now?”Flawless, Amelia. Flawless. ”I mean…you obviously did the scoop game, no?” With that she gestured towards the fish, trying to draw attention away from her blushing face. | [attr="class","white"] [attr="class","night"] [attr="class","burstmini"]@someone2 [attr="class","burstmini"]306 [attr="class","burstmini"]ah crap |
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Post by Emiko Inoue on Dec 13, 2017 6:07:10 GMT
[attr="class","lilyric"]am i allowed [attr="class","lilyric3"]to be happy now? [attr="class","lilyric2"] 讓我寫你的故事的結尾 [attr="class","litags"]@amelia
[attr="class","litags"] Zelda[attr="class","litags"]Spazzy drinky. She'll drag you to a nice viewing of the fireworks in my next post. Kimono[attr="class","licred"]// NOVA // | [attr="class","libody"]Vacation. Emiko was simply beaming at the wonderful answer. "Oh, I know it's beautiful here! This is my home town." A proud smile would spread across her painted lips. It was nice to share such a precious nostalgia with another. "Of course!" Em radiated with joy as her scarlet eyes, though misted with alcoholic influence, sparkled with enthusiasm. "I went on a complete shopping splurge. I'm taking as much home back to Ethea with me as I can."
The compliment came at a slight surprise. Sure, Em was self confident enough she assumed she looked nice. But hearing it from the young lady whom she had drunkenly admitted to Reese last month she had a crush on was different. Different in a good way. A way that fluttered her curled eyelashes and added to the hue of rose to her cheeks. "Thank you.~" I usually look good, hm? What would come next would be levels of adorable fumbling that nearly blew a fuse in Emiko's mind. The French swear word was just the perfect cherry on top of this dessert.
Gods, she was a precious human being, wasn't she? Just a sweet little cinnamon roll. One that she wouldn't mind getting to --
Em would blink at the questions asked, dragging her mind back out from the particular place it had gone. "I was headed to --" And just like that, as much as Emiko wished to either brag about her home town or pursue picking light fun of the young woman who was heavily flushed, her attention was jerked to another topic. A weakness. The nostalgia in her hand swimming around within the confines of a plastic baggie. Giving an excited small squeak, very unlike her usual professional air, Emi would motion to the little gold fish with fanfare and excitement.
"Yes!!! I'm sneaking him back home with me! Isn't he just the cutest tiniest little finned buddy you've ever seen??" An intoxicated Emiko would raise up the bag to eye level so her student could best view. "I named him Sashimi!
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