[He'll put a hand to it and the bubble turns a gentle sunshine color, as a memory (until 4:46) begins to play.
You're running a fever and until now you were stressed about the play, but Muku, your cousin speaks, and you're just... grateful to him. Acting isn't the same as baseball. There's no winners or losers, they can fail and that's okay too. As long as somebody is smiling at the end of the performance, then he's done his job properly.
It's so... strange to think of it like this. You've never even considered that failing was okay, even though your body makes you fail all the time, whenever you think something is important. You want to make them happy, everybody you know, and everybody who watches you perform.
He's so, so lucky to have them in his life. Even Banri, even if he does bully Juza far too much.]
It's sweet, and soft. It has the sort of warm glow that Itsuki's come to associate with Kumon and Kazu, but especially Kumon. It feels nice to see Kumon surrounded by people who support him, and know how to do that -- in a situation where he can feel hopeful, instead of stressed or in despair.]
That guy with the purple hair... Is he your brother?
in this one Itsuki is the one who is found and escorted, the blond haired boy is friendly, the blue-haired one rebuffs any attempt at conversation. that's fine, because your entire attention is caught up with the experience of flying. the city looks so small beneath you, but when the ship comes into view... you stop thinking. you've never seen anything like it before. is it possible for humans to have made this? Even if it is the government, a ship like this...
you can't even see how it's in the air. it's just suspended. the memory ends on your awe, at the sight of its behemoth size floating in the sky]
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But when I get gumballs from the machine it doesn't do anything weird to me.
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well, let's not jump to conclusions]
wanna come over? ill let you in to see kazu-kun
[so that they can memshare hehe]
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Itsuki?
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Hey.
[and the bubble will snap around them]
...Maybe I should have expected that.
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[He'll put a hand to it and the bubble turns a gentle sunshine color, as a memory (until 4:46) begins to play.
You're running a fever and until now you were stressed about the play, but Muku, your cousin speaks, and you're just... grateful to him. Acting isn't the same as baseball. There's no winners or losers, they can fail and that's okay too. As long as somebody is smiling at the end of the performance, then he's done his job properly.
It's so... strange to think of it like this. You've never even considered that failing was okay, even though your body makes you fail all the time, whenever you think something is important. You want to make them happy, everybody you know, and everybody who watches you perform.
He's so, so lucky to have them in his life. Even Banri, even if he does bully Juza far too much.]
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It's sweet, and soft. It has the sort of warm glow that Itsuki's come to associate with Kumon and Kazu, but especially Kumon. It feels nice to see Kumon surrounded by people who support him, and know how to do that -- in a situation where he can feel hopeful, instead of stressed or in despair.]
That guy with the purple hair... Is he your brother?
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He misses being able to be with all of them, on stage, or just around the dorms being kids more than actors.]
Yeah. That's Juza.
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[the sibling relationship makes him softe]
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[..... truly he lives up to Broconmini.]
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He does have a pretty nice face... Is he in the acting troupe with you and Kazu-kun?
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-- So there's another troupe? Which one do you guys belong to?
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Me and Kazu are Summer.
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Ah -- right, I should show you a memory too...
[he'll lift his hand and bop the bubble, emitting some color]
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Was that the sky ship?
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Yeah. I did promise to show you, right? That makes me glad you saw this memory.
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[He can't imagine how, but there's many things he doesn't know.]
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Yeah. I'm not sure how it flies, but... it just floats in the sky, I guess? It was taking us to America.
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We're supposed to be ambassadors, so... each of us have to go to a different place. I probably won't ever see the others again once we do.
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[Were telephones around in the 1919...... He doesn't know.]
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I guess we could still contact each other... But we weren't really close, you know? Not like how you are with your troupe.
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