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To: xxx-xxx-xxx From: Wadanohara

[text] : I know it’s unpolite to ask a stranger for her help in this type of news, my parents are out so i suppose i got carried away with excitement while this sound a bit unbelievable but….

[text] : When i was walking by the beach i’ve stumble upon a bottle that had a piece of paper inside, there was a treasure map in one of the nearest places around paralia!

[text] : I wouldn’t think it was a scam, the paper looked rather ancient meaning whatever had been in this treasure sure would be historical.

To: an adventurer? From: a very interested Aladdin

[ txt ] a treasure map? like the ones that pirates find?

[ txt ] how exciting! sounds like an adventure ~ i wonder where it leads to...or what...

      Eyes anxiously glazed over her cell phone screen while an index finger flicked up and down the screen to scroll down the website she was so fixated over. While most celebrities usually ignored whatever the public thought of them, Sayaka and her idol group were far from being on any level of established fame. Hence, the budding idol usually spent most of her train rides to school looking over statistics and visiting random chat boards to see what color-coded charts and anonymous icons could tell her about her reputation in Kairos. Most of the comments she had looked at these past few days regarding her group’s new song had been positive for the most part; as for their ratings, well. She certainly hoped that they would remain in the top charts for this week.

      Sayaka bit her lip then, bracing herself for what was to appear on the link she clicked that would reveal a list of top songs for the week. If anyone had been sneaking glances at her throughout the train-ride, they would have sworn she had been looking at her own reflection in the phone the entire trip. Mirror mirror on the wall, which songs are the fairest of them all? And just as the screen was about to load, the train had screeched to a sudden halt, and a female voice robotically announced the name of the stop. The person who had been sitting next to her quickly heaved himself up, elbowing her in the process — which lead her to loose her grasp on her phone. Sneakers, brogues, and heels alike were on the ground in an instant; and the distressed idol could barely make out the whereabouts of her phone in the madness.

After passengers had shuffled out, she could finally identify the pink plastic object that was her phone — which lay sullenly on the ground, covered in dust and grit. As she quickly stood to pick it up and return to her seat, however, she noticed a small boy who still lingered on the train car as well. An anxious look was strewn across his face. Seeing as how nobody else was sitting next to him, she decided to switch seats and sit beside him. Such glum expressions didn’t belong on cute little kids!

After a few minutes of idle staring, Aladdin was finally relieved from his position of stasis as the train slowed to a stop. A mechanically female voice sounded throughout the metal creature's belly and in an instant, all of its entrances opened. People poured out into the station and it didn't take long until the train was almost completely empty, save for the boy and one other, though Aladdin wasn't paying any attention. He focused only on the few feet of floor around him before realizing that an empty seat, or rather entire rows of empty seats, were patiently waiting to be noticed. He quickly shuffled from the pole to the nearest seat and sat down, relieved that he didn't have to worry about maintaining his sense of balance. Finally he was able to breathe in comfort, although anxiety still pulsed through his veins as much as his own blood did.

Never before had the youth felt so nervous about something in his life. It was only school! But, besides that, the city itself was something to behold. To the boy, it was entirely new and,perhaps, even dangerous. He was thrust into a world that contrasted starkly with his own, even if it was out of his own desire. The air tasted and smelled different and was unlike that of Paralia. He felt more of a stranger than anything else while in the city, a stranger surrounded by strangers. Loneliness became a stronger presence and disrupted his normally peaceful and tranquil way of living. The bustling city life had, no doubt, clashed with his home-grown life near the sea.

He took a breath in.

"Even without me by your side, you will be just fine, Aladdin."

He steadily released his breath out.

Ugo's words echoed through the confines of his mind. Was he really going to be okay? He was lost in his thoughts when a kind voice pulled him to the present. He looked up from his mild trance and stared, quite stunned, at the lady sitting next to him. She had a warm smile and was quite pretty with her long blue hair, similar to his own. His doubtful thoughts from before dissipated with the appearance of this radiant lady, one who seemed to have no qualms about offering kindness to strangers such as himself. He felt reassured in a way, as if her smile would make the entirety of the city friendlier and more recognizable.

"Mm, yes," he replied, giving a general affirmation to all of her inquiries. Cerulean pools wandered to her hands unzipping a bag. From it she produced some sort of packaged snack, which made Aladdin suddenly realize that his anxiety from earlier had turned his stomach into a gaping pit of relentless hunger. It released a low, primordial growl right on cue and the boy could only sit in a mix of embarrassment and amusement as he accepted her offer with an outstretched hand and a nod. It would be rude to decline anyhow, right?

"Thank you so much, miss!" Her generosity painted a smile on his face, brightening both his expression and his mood. His anxiety slowly turned into excitement and he began to gain more confidence in his arrival at the school. Maybe the city wouldn't be so bad after all if people like this lady were in it.

"I think you just saved my stomach," he added while happily unwrapping the granola bar.

Approaching his ear on the table, enough to feel the metal, he carefully opened the object, expectations higher than normal. It took a few seconds before he moved away, disappointed by the fact that the clock didn’t play the music that had prepared.

He looked around at his antique empty shop - the dark wood walls, shelves stuffed with frippery, air a bit cold - arranging the watch the way he could. Maybe one more try and he would be able to fix it. Focusing on his goal, he undid some bolts and…

♫~ ♪ ~ ♫— 

The melody was slow, but somehow melancholy. It was something he had dreamed with - A melody had never heard before, but was always in his head. How strange. The man smiled happily, celebrating his work was complete.

Hearing the little bell announcing a new customer entering, he turned around, still with a big smile on his face.

"Say, why don't you head to the city and check it out? The school's not expecting you 'til next week anyway."

"Really, can I?" His braid swung as he cocked his head to the side. "I'll be back before dinner, then!" Grabbing his jacket, he headed out and made his way to the city, his cellphone gripped tightly in his hand.

Cerulean threads floated whimsically with the cool breeze as Aladdin strolled down a street. A peculiar shop then came into view and stopped the boy, his growing curiosity finally satiated with a peek through the large glass window. The inside looked spectacular, like a world of static little magical beings, waiting for someone to turn the key and bring it to life. He cautiously opened the door, pleasantly greeted by the delicate tinkling of a bell and a friendly face accompanied by cordial words.

"Ah, thank you, sir." He smiled at the effortlessly given kindness. "I don't think I've ever been in a shop like this before..." His eyes wandered through the entirety of the store, never stopping on one object for too long. Finally, they settled on a small box near the man's appendages, as if it had just been fixed by him. "What's that?"

Even though it was a sea so far away from her own, the one she was always used to, it did hold a sense of comfort to her, which was probably what she needed most at the time. Sure, it wasn’t the same place she knew for so long, but it helped. The anxiety that had washed over Dolphi when her and her friends had arrived at their new home was now just a small, lulling feeling at the back of her mind. All she could think of now was the calming blue waves and the soft sand beneath her feet. With a pretty beach like this, perhaps this city wouldn’t be so bad.

The waves lapped at her feet as she strolled along the shore, picking up tiny seashells that washed up next to her. Dolphi wasn’t much for collecting things, but seashells always held a special place in her heart. Maybe she could use them for her drawings, or give them to Wadanohara (the girl always had a certain fondness for them, after all). Either way, they looked lovely, and it only felt right to bring them along with her. The beach wouldn’t miss them, since there was already an abundance of the shells there.

Because she was so busy stuffing her bag with more and more things, it was hard for her to notice someone walking straight into her. Being the tiny girl that she was, it was easy to knock her over, and so did she fall back on her rear end with a loud squeak. Sand found itself in her dark hair and on her dress, and all the shells she had amassed spilled onto the ground.

Eyes held shut in want of heightening his other senses, Aladdin walked next to the always approaching waves, his toes pressing firmly into the wet sediment with each step. He listened closely to the hushed whispers of the sea and wondered how Ugo was doing back in Paralia. Leaving his only guardian and friend behind was truly difficult for Aladdin to do, but for his own curiosity and need for knowledge, he had to depart. If only Ugo could come with him... Aladdin shook his head, as if that would dispel his troubled thoughts, and tried to focus on the sounds and smells around him.

Consumed by his thoughts, the boy believed he was the only wanderer on the shore or rather, that there was nobody who would be near the sea at that time. In that instant, the boy walked straight into another, startling his eyelids open in time to watch a young girl fall as sand and shells rearranged themselves in spatial disorganization. Aladdin made haste to apologize and quickly knelt down to help collect the shells into a pile, concern for the girl's well-being clearly etched into his visage.

He wandered the streets, looking for any bystanders who may be able, or willing, to aid him in his predicament. It was then that a lady approached him and inquired the location of...something...he didn't know.

3. The Hand Kiss

It is given by gently grasping someone’s hand by the fingers and kissing the back side. The hand kiss demonstrates respect, adoration and kindness.

She believed in certain sayings. How a mother’s hand can cure a stomachache, or an apple a day will really keep a doctor away. To be fair, even she had questions as to how that worked. But like most children, she didn’t doubt its meaning but only follow those words by heart because she wanted to believe.

So when she noticed a boy whose hand was scratched after carelessly swiping it across a thorny surface from a garden of roses, she frantically approached him with much concern. What to do in a situation like this… Thankfully, the injury wasn’t severe enough to cause a bleeding but it still left a mark on his fair skin. Noticing faint winces coming from the blue haired, she knew she had to think quickly. Then she remembered. Once she herself experienced a similar situation like this, and she faintly recalled her mother kissing her injury to make it ‘go away’ before applying the needed medication.

In much regards, she decided to apply that plan now. Reaching for the other’s hand, she delicately held the tips of his slim digits and leaned forward to lay a kiss on the wound. While it felt a tad awkward, she only hoped that it lessened the pain.

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you even listening to me?"

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"I could kill you!"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I didn’t do it.""

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"It was me"

"It’s so beautiful.”

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"Kiss me you idiot."

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"Marry me?"

"My Parents don’t know"

"My parents know.""

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"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"We need to talk."

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"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you touching?"

"What are you?"

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"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

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"You owe me."

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"You’re all out of ____."

"You’re an idiot.”

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"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"

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"You’re so weird."