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herr_bookman) wrote2015-02-22 12:58 am
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Because She Would Ask Me Why I Love Her, Part V
[ Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V ]
Miss Kuriyama and the demon child invited me on a ride on Vanellope's car! It was a great deal of fun, though cold, and Miss Kuriyama was--and I hesitate to write this--concerned about the state of my butt, and whether or not I'd get bruised sitting on the spoiler. Oh, my gosh.
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Miss Kuriyama found me asleep on the couch; I don't remember getting there myself. It was after the ritual of purification and sharpening, so I stayed awake for three days, so it's entirely possible I walked into the bar rather than my room. She got me a blanket and ate with me, and then smushed yogurt in my face for a pun. We flew in the inlet and ate parfaits, and it was lovely.
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I was so angry after Rue rejected me that I went out and punched a wall. Bar pulled me in, and I saw Miss Kuriyama. She doesn't want me either. She had a birthday; apparently it's been a couple of months on her end since we saw each other. I told her that I wasn't a Spinner, and she ordered me a vegetarian lasagna because she was just, "doing what we do."
Then she asked if I would write her a Story. I cried like a baby, and she held me.
Shiva wept.
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Miss Kuriyama lost her voice! And of course this has to be the day where I confess my feelings for Rue and tell Miss Kuriyama that I like her! Augh! She, naturally, wanted to know why I like her. So I told her. Then she asked about Rue, so I told her.
We had Rae's pumpkin ravioli, and they were wonderful. Of course I had to tell Miss Kuriyama what happened with Rae, too. We watched a movie after that.
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I passed out on my way into the bar, waking up with bloody hands and a cut on my cheek. I tried reconstructing my memories with Miss Kuriyama, but she was resistant, and panicked when I asked her. She told me a little, but she conveniently left out both that I told her that I liked her and that she asked me for a Story.
I don't think I can trust her to help me now.