#kanorei

((canon))

Dacina looked at Rei as she sliced up the ham she had placed in the roaster that morning,”Yes, Ponyo, it’s ham. There’s also sweet potatoes in the oven.” She placed the brown sugar glazed ham slices on a plate on the small round table across from the kitchen. Dacina then grabbed oven mitts and took the sweet potatoes out of the oven. “Do you always react that way when someone makes food, alley cat?”

[text]: And I just so happen to be the one you wanna set on fire?!

It had been five months. Nao had arrived on this island for the first time in decades five months ago, and since then, hadn’t said a single word to any person they actually knew. There had been such a rush of new residents in these past years, in the entirety of their stay so far, even having a steady public job and lounging daily in the courtyard between the apartments, that the reaper hadn’t seen any of Mamono’s older residents.  Recently, satisfied that they were finally settled, Nao tried to socialize more and more. But as awesome as new friends were, it was only a matter of time before they had to approach some old ones, and they knew it. Happy as they were to finally see her again, a big portion of their souls were decidedly not happy to make the walk across the courtyard to the Cherry apartments. Rei was not going to be pleased to hear that some name on unimportant immigration forms a few months ago was actually that random collection of souls she hadn’t seen in decades. The eighth felt strongly enough to make their own distinct thought, recounting how the demon was never pleased. The old souls in particular urged a better balance between thoughts, hoping to not have to deal with any youngsters’ sass.  On the other hand, the still fresh new additions to the group were very, very curious to meet someone the old souls knew so well. So far, in this lifetime, they had only stuck to the body’s family, and friends, and other people that thrust themselves into their lives. It’d be strange to know someone directly that they’d only met through their other souls’ memories. Like.. meeting a character from a book or.. something! There wasn’t much room for analogy here; You’d probably have to be a soul harvester to understand the feeling, as annoying and familiar as that was.  So partly excited, partly annoyed, partly content, they knocked on the door of Cherry Apartment number one. 

He tightened his scarf around his neck as he walked up to the counter, rubbing his hands together. "Morning," he yawned. "Coffee, hot and black, please."