#type005

            She's ordinarily averse to humoring particularly garrulous individuals who tend to prattle, but there's no gratification to be derived from doing so with those who have practically been rendered speechless. Still, she's mildly curious. Is this habitual comportment? Or is there a more intriguing reason to be discovered?

“Flowers sure do take interesting shapes these days.”

He stepped back as he took his hand away from the young woman’s head, the butterfly that had been settled on her hairpiece now taking up residence on his finger. He sent the thing on its way with a gentle shake and offered a little nod as an apology for coming so close unbidden. 

A normal day in the sector.

There was a billboard that conveniently fell right on the path of a certain blue-haired woman. 

So, a normal day in the sector.

This billboard that conveniently blocked the road for this specific pedestrian was also not a matter of convenience, as if one looked to where the billboard had fallen from, you’d find a very miffed blueberry.

“One year...” this blueberry whispered out.

“I spent one year in an endless blizzard at that city waiting for you to come back. I ate so many canned foods, I started missing the shit on a shingle I ate back in my training days. Do you know how broken I have to be to miss that slop?” he asked, his face still obscured by his long bangs.

“One whole fucking year spent living in below freezing...” he was really hung up on that year.

“When the blizzard finally died down, I spent another two years there waiting and helping recovery efforts until I decided to pack it up and leave... And now you have the gall to show up here, when I’d given up back then...?” He was shaking.

“Hehe...

“Hahaha......

“Ahahahahahahahahaha.............................................

“Do you know what I want to do right now.........?