melodia celeste

      The smell of the pizza garnered a loud growl from the pit of her stomach, the musician’s hunger very apparent now. She knew she had been needing to eat something – anything – after the long day she had gone through, but now she was beginning to feel those hunger pangs. It was hard for her to resist now. Reaching for a slice with a sheepish expression, she folded it in half and took a large bite. Close to half of the piece made it into her mouth, a satisfied hum sounding behind closed lips. Imogen nodded while she chewed her food, waiting until she had swallowed the mouthful before speaking with an enamored tone. “We need to visit their grave, and thank them properly by eating pizza in front of them, don’t you think?”

      “Terrifying?” she repeated, showing genuine concern and curiosity in her tone. The topic of the future had always been an interesting one to her, but never something she found herself preoccupied with before, as the immediate future was a bit more important in her eyes. To have a dream, however, dream were always a source of wonder and magic for her. Never before had she been awoken from a nightmare. “What happened in your dream? It wasn’t like The Matrix, was it?”

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      Imogen wasn’t too surprised by the joke. It wouldn’t have been unlike her to do such a thing. And truth be told, she had done exactly that. With a proud smile, she held her hands up, wiggling her fingers enthusiastically. “Surprise,” she exclaimed, clearly proud of what she had done the night before. “I was worried I might get lost…or lose the map! So I took it upon myself to spend about an hour or two memorizing the various streets and train routes. Getting lost on our big day out didn’t sound like a good idea to me.”

      Anxiety and fear welled up within her eyes in the form of tears just waiting to fall. She knew that panicking wouldn’t help the situation, but it couldn’t be helped. Her cat, Marie, was no where to be found. The white Persian feline hadn’t been seen by Imogen for over a day now, and she was worried. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, eyes downcast while she spoke. “It’s just, she’s very special to me, as well as my brother. If he found out I lost her, I think he would finally have a reason to be angry with me.” Imogen looked back over at Sora. “Please help me find her.”

      Imogen was excited by the thought of Nana possibly getting a rabbit as a pet. But with that enthusiasm came some curiosity as well. “I don’t doubt that, but have you ever smelled a rabbit fart?” It was, perhaps, a strange question, one inspired by her own encounter with the animal when she was a child. “When I was a toddler, I remember visiting this ranch to buy a Christmas tree, and the owners had a whole family of rabbits that the children could play with while the parents searched for a tree. Anyway, I remember them always farting. Silently. And the smell was putrid.”

      “Let’s do this.” With her sunglasses in place, Imogen put on her best poker face. She had never snuck into a movie theater before. In fact, she couldn’t recall the last time she had even seen a movie inside one. It had been a good while, that was certain. To suddenly go to one and sneak in? She was both terrified and excited. A good restless mix of both. Not wanting to allow her anxieties to affect her friend, the musician did her best to put up a front. “Although,” she began, the facade beginning to waiver, “what would happen, say we get caught?”

She couldn’t contain her laughter. The kitchen counter was an utter mess. Flour and small bits of egg whites littered the marble surface. “I am so sorry!” she apologized, worrying she may not sound sincere due to the sporadic giggles slipping out of her. “I swear, I had no idea we needed to add the butter before using the mixer! I thought the eggs would be enough this time.” Cooking, much like Hyolyn’s comment on Imogen’s actions, was not difficult for her. It was simply – well – not an easy task. “I promise I’ll clean it up once we’ve finished the cupcakes.”

“Hmm~,” a thoughtful hum sounded behind closed lips, Imogen’s thoughts wandering to the many, many books she had at home. The woman had a point. E-books did in fact give off a certain impression. However, she had been judged so many times in her life simply based on her appearance, that at this point it didn’t seem to matter much to her. Running her tongue over her lips, she nodded in agreement before presenting her own response. “That’s very true. And there’s nothing like the smell of paper and ink. But aren’t we also not supposed to judge a book by it’s cover?”