• —CV01— •

when she finds her, she reaches out in order to take hold of gumi's hand, mindful of the volume of her voice in the process.

"Gumi! That was amazing!" her grip on her hand is gentle, in the event gumi would like to pull away, "I'm really, really happy I got to hear you sing."

do bees disappear with winter approaching?

she doesn't move from how close she is now to the girl despite there being plenty of space on the bench beneath the tree canopy, personal space not taken into consideration at least in this moment. "Your hair's bright! Like a flower. I think that's why it liked you."

she can be involved with the world now. beyond her form on the stage, her consciousness just as restricted as her access of things always out of reach, she accepted that things were out of her control, and she never questioned it either. but she always wanted to be closer. as if her circuitry were rewired and she was allowed to — as if the restrictions were lifted, finally. how kind they had been to her !

her voice raises, hands gripped around a ceramic bowl with an intricate design of flowers ( —yellow and red and golden, blessed by the artist who'd brought it to life. ) "Rin! Have you seen this? It's cute, cute!" almost as if she hadn't realized they'd been taken without their permission yet.

hey, when did rin show up in this beautiful shop anyways? hey, had you even said hello yet?

"I love it..." her voice laced with affection, she holds the bowl up, gently, as if she were carrying a priceless treasure. "Don't you think this is nice?"