#artificialshining

(Noooo, Jungo friend! Don’t worry. I will send you a paper airplane as well. -And then Shun can take over Jungo’s account and respond instead.-)

(Because Yamato actually wants someone to speak to. Someone who will actually listen and not die or reject him. -I;m sorry-)

(Don’t rush for my starters. It’ll probably take a while for me to reply anyways. End of months always get busy for me.)

((just add /submit to the end of a url ex: protector-of-japan.tumblr.com/submit))

(Would you mind doing one for Shou as well?)

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((Can I have one please? :D))

((Tackle hugs you. I have a loooot of blogs that have coded some themes if you want.))

((YUREEEIIIII-SAAANNN!!!!! -tackle hugs back though I'm not sure how that would work ahahaha....-

Oh starch. Of course you wouldn’t make it easy.

>Hibiki

"Hibiki." Jungo smiles, his tail swishing contently. "He’s very brave. I owe him my life." He idly ‘grooms’ his face. "He also thinks a lot. Sometimes I don’t want to bother him. But he likes food, so I gave him lots of chawanmushi."

Jungo stretches out. “I worry about him a little, too. He doesn’t like to be lonely.” There’s a sliver of sympathy in his eyes. He’s been there, it seems to say. “He’s strong, but it’s hard to be strong when it feels like no one’s there to see.”

>Hiro

Jungo frowns, tail falling behind him. He swivels his ears a couple of times as he thinks.

Then he jolts. A few pixels of data go out of alignment, then quickly restabilize.

"Don’t remember," he states, looking mildly distressed. "He doesn’t either, I think. And that makes me sad. Maybe I should invite him."

>…Other Hiro

Jungo pauses, then gives a wide smile. He forgets to answer for a few seconds.

"My best friend," he finally says with a swish of his tail. "He’s very funny, like Daichi and Joe. He’s also mysterious. I wonder about him." Which was true. Perhaps Hiro’s inclination to reveal very little had the property of drawing Jungo, who was always trying to take his mind off the troubles that went unexpressed.

Jungo lies down across the sofa, looking comfortable.

>And Airi?

"You want to know more?" Jungo frowns, moving away from the sofa as he contemplates. He sits on one of the cushions as the other cats mill around. The more he thinks, the more…troubled he looks. He talks to himself.

"Did she forget…? No, she talked to me, I think… Or was I dreaming…?"

You hear a low murrrr of distress. Jungo stops thinking about the present and instead considers the overwritten past. He grimaces.

"Hm… She had a lot on her mind. She didn’t want to admit it. Airi was like Keita a little, but… She yelled at me less." He shuts his eyes and nods, as if sure that’s accurate. "Airi didn’t want to talk about stuff, but she also wanted to. She tried too hard to keep it to herself. I’m glad everyone else was there for her. Like Hinako. And Makoto. She wouldn’t open up to me, but at least she’d talk to someone."

He goes to the window. “I hope she’s doing music lessons again.”

>And Ronaldo?

Jungo’s ears swivel back. His tail thrashes uncomfortably behind him.

Seems he has some unreconciled feelings about Clicky…

His cats crowd him. Jungo turns his head, then turns his body to face them. “And these guys came on their own. This one’s Hoshi. This one’s…”