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May Twenty-First//Artemis

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“Zip Hop. Why does that sound familiar…” She said, tapping her chin thoughtfully. May was pretty good at keeping her finger on the pulse of hero culture. Maybe she’d read the name somewhere or had stumbled across it in some sort of article. She HAD read up a bit on American heroes recently. Maybe it had come up there. After a moment’s contemplation she gave a quick nod, “I definitely will! And I’ll toooootally send her an email and say that Sora said to give me some tips at being an awesome hero.” She cast a playful wink at him. Of course she’d never do something like that without actual permission.

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May rolled the sour candy around in her mouth. It was so silly, but she’d been attached to these candies ever since she was little. Something about the taste of apples reminded her of her home, nearly five decades ago. She had little to no memory of what her home had been like before her time locked away in stasis. But something about sour and apples brought images of the place to her. Reminded of something she’d never gotten to have.

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“I bet they really appreciate that. You quite literally changed their lives and set them upon a different path. Without you, they would have just continued to be nothing but puppets for the villain you liberated them from. I’m sure heroes can’t keep up with every person they save, but ones like that. I bet they’ll keep in touch with you the rest of their lives. I know I would. I mean heck, I still keep in touch with the police officer who was first to hug me and offer comfort when I emerged from my makeshift prison! We still go to lunch every few months to catch up.” May flushed slightly as she realized she’d just kind of injected her own experience rather rudely into Sora’s.

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She rubbed her head, “I…ehm…sorry. That’s not me trying to overshadow your experience. Just my way of showing that I can relate.” She puffed out her cheeks a little bit and turned her gaze back to the pond. Taking that final sip of her cup of tea.

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“It does make sense. Except for the lovely lady part, c’mon now. I’m CLEARLY a dorky lady who has reached out and touched your heart with my weirdness. Lovely is so…boring.” She giggled, obviously joking, “But thank you. That’s very kind of you to say. I guess I can kind of understand how such things make the quiet moments like these more meaningful.”

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May looked over at him, “Hey. If you can’t bond over choking. Are you even friends?” She grinned.

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“Honestly though, Having Uncle Satori as my teacher is nice. And annoying at the same time. He’s really encouraging, and I’ve learned a lot from him. But he’s also prone to checking up on me and passing along the concerns of my family, so that kinda gets annoying you know?” She shrugged a little bit. In fairness, Her Uncle was one of the bigger reasons she’d decided to go into heroics.

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Climbing to her feet, she’d stretch her arms over her head as he commented on her hero name, “I appreciate that. I’m rather fond of it as well.” She pursed her lips as she listened to his explanation of his own name. She was certainly learning plenty about the wind, and him, “Nothing wrong with being attached to it. Just because we change, doesn’t mean our name has to after all. Did your quirk change pretty drastically from what you thought it could do originally?” She wondered if her own would evolve like that some day.

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He could likely see the slight tensing of her shoulders when she asked about her quirk, but it was gone as quickly as it came, she spun about to face him, “I’d show you, but my quirk kind of requires a bow to be used. However…” She reached over, undoing the button on the end of her right sleeve and then tugged it up to her shoulder. Revealing the multi-layered tattoo. The symbols closest to her wrist seemed to disappear every second, being replaced moments later.

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“The tattoo isn’t my quirk. But it is part of it . I can sacrifice ehm…time, or lifeforce as the doctors call it. In exchange for making powered arrows. They get stronger the more I use. It’s pretty basic in functionality and I can only use like ten minutes of time on any given day at this point. So I’m pretty limited. I mean, trading my life sounds a bit daunting. But I see it as a way to make sure that I make the most of every moment. I get to bring light into peoples life, using my own life. Making the world a better place.” She smiled almost wistfully and looked out over the pond.

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“What sort of life could be more meaningful than that?” She said softly.

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[Sora Nakoma]

Sora laughed as May said she would email his sister. "Careful if you do; Aella's not the type to cut it at some advice and pointers." He warned her, half joking and half serious. His sister was a great person and hero, but definitely the nosy sort. The second something or someone caught her attention it would get her full attention until she was satisfied with the results.

Her musings about the sisters he helped touched Sora, and while he wouldn't deny he made a difference in their lives he wasn't sure he deserved so much credit for it. "They deserve plenty of the credit too. I wouldn't have managed to take down Don Blood without their help and information; it takes insane courage to stand up to someone like that who's been in your life since you were born... well, I assume." He trailed off. He couldn't speak for their experiences, and the closest thing to such an experience was the time he met his old friend, years after thinking she had died in that fire when they were kids...

May wasn't finished however, comparing his keeping in touch with the sisters with how she kept in contact with an officer who... wait, what was it she said? "A makeshift prison?" He repeated curiously, wondering what she had meant. Had she been the victim of some sort of kidnapping in the past? He wanted to ask, but between them still having just met and the sheepish way she apologized for bringing it up, Sora got the feeling it wasn't exactly something she was eager to talk about. So instead he smiled and shook his head. "It's okay, May. I think I get what you mean." He assured her, also finishing off his own tea after saying so.

She continued to insist on her being a dork rather than a lovely lady, and he chuckled quietly. He wasn't sure if she was just joking some more or really didn't think of herself in such a way, but she was certainly right about some of the things she said. "Well, you're not wrong about that." He conceded with a quick wink as he followed her lead, standing up from the ground and lightly dusting off his pants. May explained some more about her uncle, clearly fond of the man if occasionally annoyed by the things he did. But hey, that was family right?

The young woman asked about the particulars of his quirk changing, and he nodded. "Well, originally, I believed my quirk just allowed me to breath in and out at superhuman strength. Super breath, basically. But as it turns out that was something of a mental block on myself; I thought it was all I could do, so it was. But in actuality, as I demonstrated to you earlier, I can manipulate the wind itself, even if it doesn't originate from me. Once I realized that, my battle... well, I won't say it was easy. But it didn't last much longer."

Sora did not miss the way that May tensed up when he asked her about her Quirk, which immediately concerned him. He knew that many people disliked their powers and the effects they had on their lives; had he avoided one sensitive subject with her "makeshift prison" and wandered right into another? Her posture relaxed moments later, and were it not so different from how she had behaved thus far he might have thought he was just imagining things.

Still she did answer his question, explaining how her power required her bow to use properly but rolling up her sleeve to show a shifting tattoo. Ah, so that was what he had seen earlier! May explained the nature of her Quirk, and Sora crossed his arms and rested his chin on his hand as he took it all in. So her life force itself served as a sort of ammo for her power. Or maybe a better analogy would be like the gunpowder of a gun, rather than the bullet. He wasn't quite sure, but it was certainly... interesting. She admitted to knowing how dangerous it sounded, but the soft smile and tone to her voice as she reflected on how she liked to see it got him thinking. It seemed she had long since made peace with the nature of her power.

Sora stepped over to stand beside May as she looked out over the pond, hands clasped behind his back as he took in the gentle breeze and scent of the water before he spoke. "I think that's a beautiful way of looking at it." He told her, turning to the young woman with an easy, genuine smile. "All heroes... no, everyone in the world, devotes their time and life towards something. Learning a trade. Athletics. Reading. Writing. Or even just doing nothing."

He closed his eyes for a moment, unsure himself if it was to let her process his words or if it was to work up the nerve to say what he had in mind next. "And heroics. Your Quirk is just a bit more... literal, I suppose. It's like every time you use your Quirk, you're putting a little part of what you're fighting for into it, right? Enjoying a nice meal, seeing happy kids playing, giving a sad girl a flower... drinking tea with a near stranger?" He gave another soft chuckle, shrugging slightly as he looked out over the pond again.

After a moment, Sora reached into his shirt and pulled out his charm necklace, holding it out for May to see and pointing to each trinket as he spoke. "All of these charms here represent someone who means a lot to me. My mom, the hero who inspired me to become one. My dad, who was always ready to coach and train me. My sister with her endless support. My friend who... well, I hope I'm making her proud." He sniffled a little at this part, but he recovered quickly. "It's just a piece of jewelry, but having it with me gives me strength."

Sora smiled at her again. "So you making the most of every moment... that's your strength. At least, that's how I see it. I can understand why you said your family might be concerned. Well, maybe I can't, exactly. But I do know that, that resolve pf yours? The resolve to use your life to make others' better?that is the stuff heroes are made of."

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May tapped her chin, “So you’re saying she’d give me some genuine guidance? I really wouldn’t be opposed to that.” She really wouldn’t. May felt like she was lagging behind the rest of her class so much to the point that it was hurting her motivation at times. Not that she still didn’t want to be a hero, it just felt like the path was resisting her at every turn.

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“Funny how some of the truest heroes, are those who aren’t even trying to be. I’m glad they with thou’s help could take whoever this Don Blood was down and make the world a better place! Was he like a super scary villain? His name makes me think of a vampire for some reason…” She rambled a little bit, blowing pink strands of hair from her face and then shaking herself back into reality.

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‘Makeshift prison?’

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Right. Not everyone knew she had spent three decades in stasis. Rather than him asking, she opted to explain, “It’s not nearly as bad as it sounds. I say the makeshift part jokingly because it really wasn’t. In reality, I am likely a fair few years older than you. I was born when quirks first manifested. The same year in fact. And through a series of…events I still don’t quite know or understand, I ended up in stasis for three decades. If thee ever saw news of a bloodied girl emerging in the middle of a field of flowers from beneath a memorial like…nineteen years ago now, Thaaaaat was me. And where my name comes from. May Twenty-First. The day I rejoined the world.”

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It wasn’t a story she was uncomfortable telling. In fact, it and her quirk were fairly public knowledge. She couldn’t count the number of studies that had been done on her, the amount of hours she’d spent in and out of doctors offices over the years. Her name was on dozens of research papers.

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She let out a small sigh of relief as she apologized and he accepted. She really didn’t want to ruin a potential friendship so quickly. She was finding she quite liked Sora. He was kind, and much of what she looked to in regards to heroes. Something she loved.

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“That’s pretty amazing though. It’s like your quirk evolved in a way. I know that some quirks can awaken and change over time. I bet it was a real shock to the system going from having super breath, to being able to manipulate the wind itself. You know, if thou has got some time sometime. I’d love to see your quirk like really IN action. Let loose and all that.” She couldn’t help but smile.

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“Could help a hopeful would-be hero like me find some inspiration!” She said enthusiastically.

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The way she spoke of her quirk was not one of pity. Or sadness. It was of someone who’d accepted their lot in life and had decided to dedicate it to the best cause she could. To make every second of her life matter. Sure, there were times when it got to her. But those were few, far between and generally when nobody else was around. She explained it in as much detail as she could to him and when she finished her eyes studied him, trying to gauge his response. Generally it went one of two ways.

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She let a bright smile slip onto her lips as he went the route she most enjoyed. She nodded her agreement, “Exactly how I see it. I think in a way, it makes me appreciate life more and the things I choose to fight for.” She leaned down, scooping up the photo she’d taken earlier and offered it to him to see, “It’s why I take so many pictures. Because my life is on fast forward, I want to fill my life with as many memories as I can. The good, the bad and everything in between. If a few seconds of my time can make that little girl smile, or bring a semblance of enjoyment to a hero like thee. Then it’s time well spent.”

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‘I hope I’m making her proud’

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May didn’t miss the subtle sniffle at the words. The meaning behind each charm, “That’s a beautiful way to represent those who have been important to thee. And based on what thou has told me, I think you’ve definitely made your friend proud.” She clasped her hands behind her back as her eyes rolled over the charm necklace. Part of her wanted to steal that idea in a way. But then, she was already kind of doing the same with her photos.

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“Seems we are quite alike.”

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She turned back to the pond, pausing for a moment and then scooping up her bag, hefting it over her shoulder. Blushing brightly at his final comment and huffing, “Trying to embarrass me are thee? But thank thou. I just want to make a difference in the world before I depart y’know?” She let out a slow sigh and reached up to tousle her hair gently.

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Turning to him she’d hesitate a moment before saying, “Say, you wouldn’t want to exchange numbers or something would you? I’d love to pick your brain for some advice sometime. Maybe we can get together again sometime, have a cup of tea and share some more stories?” She tilted her head a little bit, “Or…ehm…I mean, I’d understand if thou doesn’t want to. I mean, we’ve really only just met and all that!”

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[Sora Nakoma]

Sora nodded as May asked about Aella, certain his sister would do whatever she could to help someone asking for pointers. "Oh yeah; Aella has always been the sort to help people who ask for it. She was a big help for me during my first year at UAU."

It was then that she asked about the villain he had mentioned, Don Blood. Her comparison of his name to a vampire made him smile wryly. "It's not too far off from that, actually." He informed her. "Don Blood was the adoptive father of the sisters I told you about. And he was a fearsome criminal kingpin who had been active in New York for several decades. His Quirk was, in fact, basically a form of vampirism; he could drain the blood from people and had the ability to fly on bat-like wings. But the worst part is that he could temporarily wield the Quirk of anyone whose blood he stole."

Sora crossed his arms as he thought back to that battle. "He sought out people with powerful abilities and would capture and imprison them, keeping them alive so he could have access to their quirks whenever he needed." A mental flash and Sora could see the cages that had lined the room where Blood had locked away those he had kidnapped, as clearly as if he were there again right now. "He was a twisted man. Only cared about expanding his reach and influence. I think his Quirk was like a drug to him; he was addicted to acquiring new powers."

It was clear from Sora's words that Don Blood was no longer among the living. His death and the fall of his empire was pretty big news in the United States for a good while, though the specific details about what killed him were largely a mystery... for all but Sora and the sisters, at least. The final stage of their battle had taken place away from prying eyes. And while he was fine with talking about the whole deal, that particular detail was one he preferred to avoid thinking about.

It was Sora's turn to listen with rapt attention, however, as May explained to him the origins of her name and how she got to be here today. Vaguely Sora did recall reading news a long time ago about a girl being discovered. The fact that she was here beside him, and that they had just been chatting for so long, was almost dumbfounding. He couldn't even begin to imagine how strange and unnerving it would be; to wake up in a world over twenty years after what you were accustomed to. Just two years in America had made his home of Japan a borderline roller coaster since he returned. For May, it must have been like stepping out into another world.

"I can't begin to imagine what that must have been like for you..." He told her, voicing his thoughts out loud. He wondered what she might have made of her life had she continued living in her original time. Would she have still wanted to be a hero? Or taken to a more mundane life? Would she be as cheerful and positive as she was now? Among all the thoughts to that effect, however, one was at the forefront of the young hero's mind. He smiled at his new friend.

"...but for what it's worth, I'll count myself lucky that it gave us a chance to meet. Probably wouldn't have otherwise." He told her. Maybe it was a bit of a selfish thing to say, but it was the truth. He had come out to the park today with the intent to just enjoy some peace and quiet on his own. Instead he had spent it getting to know a fascinating young woman who had led a life he could scarcely comprehend.

May considered how his Quirk had developed and admitted an interest in seeing his power in action for real. He laughed a bit at this. "I'd be happy to demonstrate, but uh... we'd need a big, empty space." He noted, scratching his cheek. "I don't know my exact limit, but I do know I can at least generate wind stronger than any ever recorded on Earth. So... probably not something to try in town, heh." He tilted his head curiously, thinking about what she said. "I wonder how a Quirk such as yours could evolve? Perhaps alternative ways to manifest your power, or maybe allow you to use it for things other than attacking?" Talking about Quirks was a good way to get Sora geeking out a bit; he loved discussing the potential and capabilities of different powers.

To his delight, May seemed appreciative of how he interpreted the way her Quirk worked. She continued to confirm that she shared his view on her power, picking up the picture that she had taken of them earlier and presenting it to him. He took it in his hands carefully and looked at the two of them, holding their cups of tea and smiling. He couldn't help but smile again, chuckling at how awkward his smile in the picture looked. "I'm just sorry this is the picture you have of me!" He joked, honestly loving how it looked. It was very... natural. Very them.

She assured him that he was definitely making his friend proud, and he smiled and gave a small nod. "Thanks. I hope so." He responded simply. Though her comment about how they were alike made him hum contemplatively, the thought rather comforting. "Yeah. I guess we are."

Her blushing and accusation of trying to embarrass her brought a confused head tilt from the pro as he collected his things, offering May one more cookie before closing the tin. "I just say what comes to mind, is all." He assured her, having not been trying to do anything with what he said. There was a brief pause before she spoke again, offering to exchange numbers. The prospect of meeting up with her again, be it for sharing advice or just hanging out again, was certainly an enticing one.

And so, when she tilted her own head uncertainly, he smiled and nodded. "I'd love to exchange numbers! Feel free to call me whenever and I'll pick up as soon as I can." He assured her, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone to do just that. Sora told his new friend his personal number, opening up a new contact in his phone and typing in the girl's name as he awaited her own number. A thought occurred to him as he looked at the new contact page. "Ah, would you mind if I take a picture of you for your contact page? It's okay if not. Just thought I would ask!" Picture or not, a friend was a friend after all.

And he couldn't wait to see his new friend again.

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Making notes in the back of her very active mind, May would definitely have to look up Sora’s sister in America. Maybe she would send her a message. Even if just to say hello and ask about the woman’s time in America as a hero. After all, if it was even half as interesting as Sora’s stories, then it was worth hearing!

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May wrinkled her nose as he confirmed that Don Blood really was essentially a vampire. One who could use peoples quirks by draining their blood, She said with a small huff, though it was replaced by a smile, “But seriously, that sounds horrid. Imagine being kept in a cage as some sort of blood slave so some crazy person can use your quirk. I’m glad you were able to take him down, that’s for sure.”

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Yet again, she’d have to go home and look up everything about this villain and how he was taken down. Maybe learn a bit about Sora and the three sisters in the process. Of course, with most of it being a mystery it was doubtful she would learn much.

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May clasped her hands behind her back and smiled, “Depends on how you look at it. The machine I was kept in was pretty meticulously designed. I was…in a sort of virtual world for twenty nine years. Except, my father saw fit to put me in a fantasy world. Hence my occasionally odd way of talking. I have to actively focus on talking normally. It’s hard to erase nearly three decades of speaking one way.” She giggled softly.

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“I count myself just as lucky. It’s been incredibly meaningful getting to know you. And that’s the thing, if I’d been kept out of that stasis. If I’d lived my life in those…dark times. I’d probably be so different. I wouldn’t have met SO many amazing people. I wouldn’t have such an amazing mother and family. It sucks that my father and sister were left behind. But, I’m incredible thankful for the life I’ve been given.” She then flexed her arms suddenly like she was showing off ‘muscles’.

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“Plus, I’d never have gotten the chance to be a hero back in that era! Well. Maybe I would, but not at all in the same way! As I understand it, those first few years when quirks emerged were some pretty dark times, Part of me is thankful I got to skip all that.”

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May let a grin slip onto her lips, “A big open space huh? I’m a student at UAU and you’re an Alumni of the school. I doubt they’d argue with us abusing one of the training field for an afternoon. What better place to let loose, right?”

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“Stronger than…recorded on earth. UAU is definitely the smart location then. They’ve got buildings designed to withstand all sorts of crazy stuff! That’s it. I’m definitely going to drag you over sometime. It’s set in stone now, you cannot escape the curiosity of May Twenty-First!” Again, she flexed her arms like she was showing off…like an utter dork.

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Gathering her thoughts she’d flick the tattoo on her arm, “It’s a good question. I hope that as I learn to harness more of it, it becomes more robust. It’s part of why I’m struggling so much in my hero classes. I’m kind of a one-trick-pony in most regards. We’ve got students who can cause Lava Tsunami’s and…I can shoot arrows. I feel like that hawk-dude in the hero movies. But a lot less martial arty. Maybe some day I’ll be able to shoot like multiple arrows or something!” She shrugged helplessly.

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May snatched the picture back and huffed, “Nonsense! I think it’s a great picture. And honestly, I like the silly ones better. Because there’s always a happy memory behind them.” She stowed the picture very carefully in her messenger bag and scooped it up, slinging it over her shoulder easily.

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Rubbing her cheeks to hide the tinge of pink, May would huff, “Yeah yeah. You were just trying to make me blush. Ru-uuuuude.”

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When he agreed to exchange numbers, her face lit up. She tugged her phone from her pocket and nodded, “I promise not to call you every thirty seconds. But I cannot promise you won’t have a few texts once in a while.” She flipped through her contacts and opened up a new contact.

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When he asked to snap a picture she chuckled, “I literally take pictures of everyone. You think I’d be opposed to that? C’mon now!”

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May struck a quick pose for the photo and then took down his information as well. She leaned down to scoop up their cups, and several other little bits of garbage. After all, it was greenery day, today was the kind of day when you left a piece of nature cleaner than it was when you arrived.

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After adding his info and tossing the trash into the nearby bin like a level 99 basketball player she spun about and dipped into a polite curtsy, “Sora. Dericho. It’s been an absolute pleasure spending the day with you! You’ve really made my day better than I’d anticipated. There’s nothing better than enjoying tea on a relaxing day. Except, sharing it with a newfound friend. So thank you.”

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“Oh! And if you ever need a sidekick, give a girl a call! Or y’know…just call to say hello. I don’t bite often!” She spun about and after a final farewell, she headed off down the path, pink hair swaying behind her happily as she walked off down the path, stopped once to pay for someone elses tea and moving on. She’d spend the rest of her day walking the many parks in the area, appreciating and enjoying nature.

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It wasn’t the national day of friendship. But it was certainly a day that brought people together.

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✓ YOU GUYS!!! This was such a cute read!! I can't wait to see what antics May and Sora get up to in the future! [break][break]

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