#crowsiview

i also think he'd remove the cookies with his bare hands

' ... spider. ' one might assume that the stone deity would have something more interesting to say, yet this is all that leaves his lips. spider. a stunning black and yellow one in fact, enormously the size of either of their hands, or even ozymandias's face... which seemed to be just about to crash into the occupied web.

[ hello, nanami-san.        my unique companion. has summer been treating you well? across the country, it seems the farmer's foliage has once more begun steadily growing. strawberries, cucumbers, squash and melon vines, i write this letter to you with the taste of lychee sweet and acrid upon my tongue. yet, squinting out of the blinding window before me, i still can't help but long for autumn, when the sun does not burn so harshly, and my lungs fill less with pollen and smog. even so, i took a trip down to the sea recently. perhaps i thought it might help me to cool down, if not assist in cleansing my lungs by means of the saline air. there was a small cafe near the piers that i would have liked to invite you to. however, as factors such as our mutually shared distance, your busy schedule, alongside my own poor health would have it, i was unable to ascertain whether or not such a thing would ever be possible. thus, enclosed within this letter i have included a number of dry coffee packets purchased directly from the establishment, as well a packet of seasoning salt taken from the table i had seated myself in for a time. it is an utterly ordinary package, hardly unique in production or quality, the very sort you could find in any other cafe. however, it would still please me if you might be able to utilize it in a way so as to envision yourself in a place akin to its meandering origins: by the sea, or perhaps in my company. in the meanwhile, i will continue to write as i always have. through patience, the season of persimmons will arrive soon enough, as will, i imagine, our next meeting. until then, i wish your life only peace and comfort. yours humbly,      yi sang. ]

     NANAMI’S LIPS QUIRKED INTO a small smile the moment he had seen the familiar scrawl of writing upon an envelope addressed to him. It amused him a little, that he and his most peculiar companion had chosen this manner of correspondence in a world where most were sending emails back and forth or quick text messages. However, how very suited for the both of them that this is the manner in which they would choose to communicate. Personally, to Nanami, it felt much more personal this way when one sat with pen in hand and began to jot down all that came in mind for another. He could type up an email in a minute’s time with the quick work of his fingers against a keyboard, but this…he liked this far more. It put to work his penmanship that was near all but forgotten in this digital age.

Good day to you, Yi Sang,

My own have gone well enough, though I admit that me and summer have never been close comrades over the years. It makes it tempting to roll up one’s sleeves, but that would certainly be improper in the public’s eye. It heartens me that we both have a love for autumn. The crisp air that comes and the changing of leaves has always been my favorite when it comes to that particular season. Not to mention that sitting outside with a cup of hot chocolate or cinnamon tea makes it all that much better. Soon it will return as it always does, and with it, I am sure that your health will improve for a time. Summer air is often so unforgiving to the lungs, and pollen even more so once it starts floating about the city.

As for your mention of the sea and that intriguing café you mentioned – in truth, I would most certainly love to go with you there. Anything is possible, I think, when proper planning. So, perhaps I will sit and try and figure out when I can have some time to myself and when the weather is more permissible so we can enjoy both scenery and warm tea to make it all that much more pleasant. Thank you for the coffee packets you sent me as well. With each sip I take, it will remind of that humble cafe and the sea’s gentle swaying. Perhaps I may even envision myself there with what imagination I can dredge up.

My humor aside, I will look forward to your letters, and the next time we write, will be sure to send you something in return as well. A friend of mine bought me some teas a while back that I am sure you will enjoy. They are said to be good for aiding one’s health too. Until then, take care of yourself. Wishing you quiet and calming days to come, My Friend.

Sincerely,

       Nanami Kento

"Here, Mr. Yi Sang. Have some. It's good for health."

squints at him. really loudly. he's evidentially in pain from ozy's shine and splendor.