001 || Of Arrivals and Introductions

[crimsonmischief]

[The handwriting appearing across the page was a messy scrawl, one that you would perhaps see from a scientist, if said scientist was forced to take up calligraphy lessons because someone had gotten tired of trying to decipher his illegible scribbles. The lessons were perhaps not a success in the conventional sense as the handwriting was far from elegant, but at least people could now actually read what was being written.]

I must say that hatching out of a cocoon is not something I’ve ever experienced before, or at least, it’s not something I think I’ve ever experienced before~! I’m not sure if I would ever want to be born in such a way again. Once makes for an interesting experience, more than that makes for…

[Some ink splotches appeared on the page as the writer tapped the pen absent-mindedly while searching for the phrase he wanted.]

A bad habit! And one must be careful not to accumulate too many of them~

To the dearest Dash-kun who was there to greet the newborn me and explain this extraordinary world, you have Crimson’s thanks~♥! As for the rest of you... Won’t you come introduce yourself to your newest neighbor~?

Assuming of course, that this journal does really work as it's been said to work.

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Re: Quicklog

[treeleopardess]

She huffed a soft laugh, shaking her head as she leaned against the arm of the couch. His reiatsu was steady, but not intrusive; it wasn't pushing, but it wasn't leaving either. She should have known he wouldn't give up so easily.

"Not today. I'm not going to tell you everything I know all at once."

They'd have time. Hopefully--

No, she couldn't think that way. She'd go insane.

A glance up at the clock reminded her how long they'd been sitting there. "Have you eaten?"

Re: Quicklog

[crimsonmischief]

He was about to ask if she'd show him tomorrow, but was distracted by the thought of food.

"I had a sandwich earlier when I met Rabbit."

Re: Quicklog

[treeleopardess]

"Rabbit, huh?" It had been a while since she'd spoken to him, but it didn't surprise her that he'd meet with a new arrival. "Well, I still need to eat dinner, so you're welcome to some."

She let a hand hang over his shoulder, drumming her fingers on his chest. "You can put on a movie if you want. Do you remember how?" She motioned to the TV and DVD player, with movies stacked in a bookshelf next to them.

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[crimsonmischief]

Turning his head slightly, he brushed his lips against her arm, an affectionate gesture rather than a romantic one.

"I think I do..." And even if he didn't, he could always figure it out. Maybe after a broken DVD or two. "I don't seem to remember watching any movies though, so perhaps it would be best if you chose~?"

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[treeleopardess]

She didn't trust that tone of voice at all. "I'll do it," she said. "If you break it, it's not like I can run out and get another one."

She ran her knuckles along his jawline in response to the kiss, before coming to her feet. "And I'll start dinner after that." Luckily there was food in the house; she didn't feel like running out to the Bazaar.

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[crimsonmischief]

He smirked lazily back at her before taking his time to join her at the DVD player, peering over her shoulder to see the film selection and how she operated the machine.

"What are you going to make?"