[Week 4, Saturday: Miki]

[purrtagonist]

[naturally, Akira only comes to visit once everyone has cleared out of the McDonald's. he's carrying Akira the chickenpig, tucked gently in his arms, because he imagines Miki would like to spend her last night on this side of things with the animal she paid one (1) pinkie finger to get]

On a scale of one to ten, how comfortable is the ball pit, anyway?

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[paook]

[ miki is just kind of laying in the ballpit right now instead of sitting. it's only filled up to a shallow degree, perhaps to keep the shadow kids from drowning. she kind of wishes there more so she could suffocate under them.

but when she hears akira's voice, and sees akira in his arms, she picks herself up and turns around clumsy through the plastic orbs. ]

I'd give a 4. Honestly, it's crazy to think I liked this ball pit when I was little.

[purrtagonist]

[as soon as Miki sits up, Akira places chickenpig Akira on the ground to let him waddle towards his original master. just. . . don't let him fall awkwardly into the pit, Miki!!]

We all liked a lot of weird things when we were little. The temporary insanity of childhood.

[paook]

It was a fun insanity though. Innocent and kind, without much repercussion for screwing up. So many things you could get away with.

[ she stands up and carefully waddles through the shallow pit to sit on the edge right across from chickenpig. it still has no real sense of how she's about to go away. ]

Kind of like this chickenpig. Just blissfully unaware of everything going on. How nice is that?

[purrtagonist]

[Akira huffs a laugh. it isn't mocking. if anything, it's. . . almost a bit wistful?]

At a time like this, it would be awfully nice to be unaware of everything that's happening.

[ignorance is bliss. isn't that what they say? but he shakes his head]

Even though we both know that isn't right.