Zenkichi watched Hamuko twirl the naginata with ease, her movements fluid and precise. She was certainly enthusiastic about everything, and that energy wasn’t lost on him. If she’d truly passed away, it made sense for her to be catching up on what the world had become. A lot had changed since 2010, after all. And she’d missed all of it.
He thought back to his own year—2038. 28 years after Hamuko’s passing.
“Clothes shopping, huh?” he muttered, tapping his fingers against one crossed arm. “I’ve been wearing the same damn uniform for the past decade or so, so I sure as hell won’t be much help.”
Neither would Akane, truth be told. Though she would like to try anyway.
Still living in the dormitories situated right where Tartarus stemmed from...that anxiety felt familiar. Closer to how their world was.
“That’s where you used to live?” Akane asked, her fingers flexing slightly, as if still trying to memorize the feel of the naginata in her hands. The way Hamuko carried the weapon like it was an extension of her was... impressive. Why couldn’t she connect the same way? She had a body, right? Wasn’t that enough?
“Well…” Akane continued, her tone growing playful, “you’re always free to crash at our place too. Wolf’s a very boring roommate. Keeps coughing up microbots when he thinks I’m not online—”
“Hey!” Zenkichi shot her a sharp glare, lips parted in embarassment and even shock. “Don't describe me like I am just some...old cat throwing up a furball—! I can be fun!”
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He thought back to his own year—2038. 28 years after Hamuko’s passing.
“Clothes shopping, huh?” he muttered, tapping his fingers against one crossed arm. “I’ve been wearing the same damn uniform for the past decade or so, so I sure as hell won’t be much help.”
Still living in the dormitories situated right where Tartarus stemmed from...that anxiety felt familiar. Closer to how their world was.
“That’s where you used to live?” Akane asked, her fingers flexing slightly, as if still trying to memorize the feel of the naginata in her hands. The way Hamuko carried the weapon like it was an extension of her was... impressive. Why couldn’t she connect the same way? She had a body, right? Wasn’t that enough?
“Well…” Akane continued, her tone growing playful, “you’re always free to crash at our place too. Wolf’s a very boring roommate. Keeps coughing up microbots when he thinks I’m not online—”
“Hey!” Zenkichi shot her a sharp glare, lips parted in embarassment and even shock. “Don't describe me like I am just some...old cat throwing up a furball—! I can be fun!”