Hamuko's not sure which would've been worse - more of Ken Amada still present, that this was all him... or if Ken had been mostly subsumed into something else. But the sadness poured over anyway.
Ken, who loved his hamster... who liked sweets, and Featherman, and reminisced about what his mom used to cook for him and for herself. One of her friends, someone else that'd had to grow up far, far too fast. Hastily she turned her head, wiping at her face with the end of her sleeve.
It's not fair.
None of it was ever fair.
"Sorry... I'm sorry," she murmured, trying to recompose herself. Trying to apologize that, somehow, for whatever reason, she wasn't there for him even if that would have been utterly impossible. Feelings weren't always rational, like that. "...How's the omurice?"
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Hamuko's not sure which would've been worse - more of Ken Amada still present, that this was all him... or if Ken had been mostly subsumed into something else. But the sadness poured over anyway.
Ken, who loved his hamster... who liked sweets, and Featherman, and reminisced about what his mom used to cook for him and for herself. One of her friends, someone else that'd had to grow up far, far too fast. Hastily she turned her head, wiping at her face with the end of her sleeve.
It's not fair.
None of it was ever fair.
"Sorry... I'm sorry," she murmured, trying to recompose herself. Trying to apologize that, somehow, for whatever reason, she wasn't there for him even if that would have been utterly impossible. Feelings weren't always rational, like that. "...How's the omurice?"