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“Come on, load, load, load...” The app was taking forever to start up. The navy blue arrows kept on going in a circle, round and round, in front of the forest background. Nanako was becoming impatient. This wasn’t like on the computer, where she would have to pick a server depending on how many penguins were logged onto it, or if you were allowed to type or not. It was supposed to just be one quick click (since her penguin name and password was already saved onto the phone), and then she was supposed to be in.

Nanako was sitting on a bench in the park alongside her Big Bro and Ribbon, her toy pink puffle. She had received Ribbon for her most recent birthday, and ever since then she tried to force her Big Bro to go for a walk with her daily to the park. If penguins walked virtual puffles, she should walk the plush ones!

Finally, the screen on her Big Bro’s phone stopped loading, and the Town appeared. “Ah, look Big Bro! I’m in! I’m finally online!” PINKOCTOBER has finally logged in. In the bottom right corner of the screen, it showed that eleven of her penguin friends were online too. But Nanako didn’t care much for them. After all, they would get boring pretty quickly, and really she wanted to have as many friends as possible just for the stamps and so that her igloo would get likes.

Standing now with the infamous red string around her and her partner’s wrists, Amélie wondered why she had even signed up for this event in the first place. Somehow maybe she had thought that she would find something to take her mind off of what often plagued her, but it seemed to be doing quite the opposite. The sight of young couples surrounding both her and the shorter blonde to her side only made her feel a bit of a sting, a tiny prick at her heart. The widow let out a small sigh, lifting the piece of paper in her free hand to look over the challenges they had received. 

“It seems you got a bit lucky,” she started, showing the girl a small smile to hopefully make her feel a bit more at ease next to a complete stranger. She didn’t know just how old she was, but she definitely looked to be a much younger age than herself. If Amélie were in her shoes at such an age, she’d undoubtedly be feeling a bit uncomfortable, especially given the theme of such an event. “I can speak French.” 

Not a problem! It happens, no harm done.

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“Don’t cry!”

Honey didn’t know why the girl was crying. He had seen her from across the street, tears already going down her face. The boy didn’t like to see anybody that was sad, even if it was a complete stranger. It just made him feel sad, as if the world wasn’t a happy place if everybody wasn’t happy.

He gingerly placed the box containing molten chocolate cake onto the ground, and then presented Bun-Bun to the girl. “This is Bun-Bun! He can make all of the sadness in the world go away! Maybe if you’ll give him a hug, you won’t be sad anymore, and then you’ll stop crying!”

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Red eyes locked upwards, staring at the building before him were soon overtaken by a sigh, as gaze drifted downwards. How many times had he not considered it? Even though he could no longer adequately function as an idol, his voice no longer carrying the beautiful tune it used to possess, the industry was rooted so deep within him. At Yumenosaki he had indulged in a little bit of everything regarding the entertainment business -- singing, dancing, performances, interviews, heck, they had even been scouted for various gravure shoots.

It wouldn’t be that foreign a job to him, even if he didn’t have too much experience. Then again, he had always been moving according to the words of someone else, so perhaps modelling wouldn’t be that hard after all.

No, this was not a world he could return to again.

Turning on his heels, Nazuna prepared to leave to never return, but came face to face with a girl. How long had she been there? Had she seen his indecisiveness as he stood contemplating before the building muttering to himself for at least a good ten minutes?