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[ Itsuki's voice is soft, but there's absolutely no doubt in what she says. As Taiyou reaches out for Potpourri, she obligingly hands her over and the fairy balances herself in his palms. ]
I'm sure they want you to be able to do all of those things too, as long as you don't push yourself too much. If you collapsed, a lot of people would be worried-- even though I'm sure you don't need to hear that from someone you just met.
[Words he's certainly heard before, both by nurses and his parents. His friends too, whenever he tried to tell them just why Fuyuka was extra diligent on checking up on him. He doesn't shrug off the kindness--he above all else knows they're saying it because they truly do care. And whether Itsuki was a person he just met or a long time friend, the sentimental value of her words doesn't get cast aside.
Those blue eyes soften in slight amusement, but accepting of her kindness.]
I know. I pushed it too hard once and ended up doing just that. I must have worried so many people that day...but there are times when you have to push yourself in order to actually live.
Thank you, Itsuki-san. We just met, but that just makes your statement even more special.
...
[He pauses, though, looking back down at Potpourri in his hands.]
Don't worry, I won't get into any trouble. So no tears, yeah?
[ Potpourri nods firmly, giving one of Taiyou's fingers a pat with her tiny paw, and a very resolute "Potpourri trusts you!"
Which, in turns, makes Itsuki's eyes soften. Her fairy takes to people easily, but it's been rare that she's had a chance to actually bond with them, since very few people actually knew what they really were. "Stuffed dolls" was the safest assumption.
Her partner really did stumble across an interesting person. Someone who so strongly personifies the sun that she'd always taken comfort in, thanks to her brother. Taiyou might have been ill, with a recovering body, but his spirit shines bright. He's a truly strong person, Itsuki thinks, with a hint of relief. Even if he does seem a little reckless, what he had said about living wasn't wrong.
But she probably shouldn't linger in his room when she hadn't been a proper guest in the first place. The distance isn't that bad at all, and she'll lift herself onto the windowsill, glancing back at him. ]
I hope I won't see you here again.
[ Except it's lightly uttered this time. Taiyou definitely seems like an interesting person, and someone she wouldn't mind running into again. Just... in a place that suits him better. ]
[To Taiyou, Potpourri was just that. She was Potpourri. You don't meet people and say 'oh, it's a human'. The little fairy could talk and had a name, and no matter what she looked like, that was that. Impossibilities and probabilities of things existing in the world only hold you up from what's really important.
You miss out on so much more by overthinking.
And seeing Itsuki herself, and her relationship with her little fairy, he can't help but find them just as fascinating, 'fairy' existence aside. Itsuki was very mature for her age (which he can only assume is close to his own), but her tone was like warm honey, soothing and sweet. A voice that, if he'd had to be honest, could heal as much as medicine, if she spoke about how to take care of yourself.
Fuyuka-san could learn a lot from her, in his opinion.
He steps back, though, allowing her a little room to make her way out that window.]
Mm.
I hope we meet again, Itsuki-san. As soon as I'm out, we'll have to have a date!
[Oh my god Taiyou you can't just say that to a girl who you smuggled into your hospital room.]
[ Poor Itsuki. She's so accustomed to getting the - occasionally overwhelming - admiration and affection of the girls at her school that the same proposition from a boy catches her off-guard. It's probably nothing more than a playful comment, nothing meant to be taken seriously, but the startled and flustered look she gives him in response is completely genuine.
... As is the way her foot slips on the ledge and it's less of an elegant leap out of his room and more of a sudden fall, which is more reminiscent of Tsubomi than Itsuki herself. Granted, she's able to land safely in a roll, ending in a crouch, but it still takes her a minute to remember the important things.
Like dignity and grace and composure and waving goodbye as she slowly straightens up and desperately tries to pretend that she wasn't frazzled at all. Potpourri, who was not at all concerned about her partner's safety during all of this, calls out a cheerful goodbye to her new friend and floats from his palms out the window to land with a decisive plop on Itsuki's shoulder.
... Amemiya Taiyou. They'd meet again, she was sure of it... and this time she'd be prepared.
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[ Itsuki's voice is soft, but there's absolutely no doubt in what she says. As Taiyou reaches out for Potpourri, she obligingly hands her over and the fairy balances herself in his palms. ]
I'm sure they want you to be able to do all of those things too, as long as you don't push yourself too much. If you collapsed, a lot of people would be worried-- even though I'm sure you don't need to hear that from someone you just met.
... Potpourri would cry, though.
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Those blue eyes soften in slight amusement, but accepting of her kindness.]
I know. I pushed it too hard once and ended up doing just that. I must have worried so many people that day...but there are times when you have to push yourself in order to actually live.
Thank you, Itsuki-san. We just met, but that just makes your statement even more special.
...
[He pauses, though, looking back down at Potpourri in his hands.]
Don't worry, I won't get into any trouble. So no tears, yeah?
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Which, in turns, makes Itsuki's eyes soften. Her fairy takes to people easily, but it's been rare that she's had a chance to actually bond with them, since very few people actually knew what they really were. "Stuffed dolls" was the safest assumption.
Her partner really did stumble across an interesting person. Someone who so strongly personifies the sun that she'd always taken comfort in, thanks to her brother. Taiyou might have been ill, with a recovering body, but his spirit shines bright. He's a truly strong person, Itsuki thinks, with a hint of relief. Even if he does seem a little reckless, what he had said about living wasn't wrong.
But she probably shouldn't linger in his room when she hadn't been a proper guest in the first place. The distance isn't that bad at all, and she'll lift herself onto the windowsill, glancing back at him. ]
I hope I won't see you here again.
[ Except it's lightly uttered this time. Taiyou definitely seems like an interesting person, and someone she wouldn't mind running into again. Just... in a place that suits him better. ]
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You miss out on so much more by overthinking.
And seeing Itsuki herself, and her relationship with her little fairy, he can't help but find them just as fascinating, 'fairy' existence aside. Itsuki was very mature for her age (which he can only assume is close to his own), but her tone was like warm honey, soothing and sweet. A voice that, if he'd had to be honest, could heal as much as medicine, if she spoke about how to take care of yourself.
Fuyuka-san could learn a lot from her, in his opinion.
He steps back, though, allowing her a little room to make her way out that window.]
Mm.
I hope we meet again, Itsuki-san. As soon as I'm out, we'll have to have a date!
[Oh my god Taiyou you can't just say that to a girl who you smuggled into your hospital room.]
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[ Poor Itsuki. She's so accustomed to getting the - occasionally overwhelming - admiration and affection of the girls at her school that the same proposition from a boy catches her off-guard. It's probably nothing more than a playful comment, nothing meant to be taken seriously, but the startled and flustered look she gives him in response is completely genuine.
... As is the way her foot slips on the ledge and it's less of an elegant leap out of his room and more of a sudden fall, which is more reminiscent of Tsubomi than Itsuki herself. Granted, she's able to land safely in a roll, ending in a crouch, but it still takes her a minute to remember the important things.
Like dignity and grace and composure and waving goodbye as she slowly straightens up and desperately tries to pretend that she wasn't frazzled at all. Potpourri, who was not at all concerned about her partner's safety during all of this, calls out a cheerful goodbye to her new friend and floats from his palms out the window to land with a decisive plop on Itsuki's shoulder.
... Amemiya Taiyou. They'd meet again, she was sure of it... and this time she'd be prepared.
Hopefully. ]