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  She’s scared.

  There are plenty more words that can describe her current emotional state far better, but that is the only one that sticks within her thoughts for longer than a second. 

  After running for as long as she has, Kaoru finally drops to her knees and lets out a soft cry. Her hands cover her face, shoulders shaking as the headache cursing her seems to pound harder on her skull.

  There’s another her out there. Is she the real one? Has she been a false entity this whole time?

  Out of all of this, Kaoru only wants to see is her family safe and sound. To bury herself under her covers, to flip through Oscar’s books when he isn’t around, to bother her father while he tries to grade--

  Footsteps catch her ear and she jumps to her feet, stance defensive and meek.

Bunny had been passing a music store when something gold caught her eye. Turning to the window, Bunny’s eyes fixed on a gold trumpet; one that looked eerily like the one she had back in Ever After. Everything from the design to the mouthpiece and valves was nearly identical to her own, and the longer she looked at it, the more she desired to own it.

However, she’d have to get a job first, and money.

【 ⊳ 碇 】；

❝ OH — THIS? ❞ He asks, adjusting the strap of his guitar case on his shoulder. ❝ Yeah, I play bass — oh. It’s a Fender... ❞

  This is… an absolute mess.

  Kaoru holds her guitar close to her body, keeping up a fast pace as she approaches Maya’s door. She only shifts her tactics when one of the balloons gets too far into her space, prodding it away with a jab from the base of her guitar.

  ( She doesn’t want to harm these strange feline balloons, but… she doesn’t want to become one either. )

  She knocks on the door, doing her best to not strike so hard and show her nerves.

Dropped!

Kanon decided to visit the beach today. Why not? She loved all kind of sea life, and the weather was nice. Though now she was there, she was unsure what to expect. Shyly she stood next to a girl around her height and tried to start some awkward small talk: “Do you think there live Jellyfish inside of that water?” But then suddenly she noticed that the girl she just talked to did seem very familiar. 

               “amazing... !”

gushing outright at the sound equipment present, she doesn’t bother to keep her voice down. despite not quite knowing the names or uses of each individual piece, she recognizes the look and feel from her own performances back home; finally, she’s found familiar territory. miku turns to the girl who appears to be at work here ( setting up for a performance tonight, maybe? ) and waves in her direction. “hello! this... this is all really amazing!” she could live here, probably.