seventh hymn ♫ childhood dreams

[melodist]

[dictated]

[The journal picks up a soft gasp and some faint shuffling. When Tear finally speaks, her voice is dry and tentative. Considering she's spent the past month or so as a doll it's not out of the question.]

The journal is... This is Paradisa, isn't it?

[She gets up, a little unsteady, bracing herself on the chair. And why is she in Luke's room...?

A little more business this time.] It appears I've been [a short pause] indisposed since late December, courtesy of the castle. I'll resume my duties at the clinic when I'm certain there aren't any lingering effects.

[Luke]

[Oh god, this is awkward. She can forge past it, though. SHE WILL. As usual, when she gets awkward she turns formal.]

I woke up in your room, but I didn't touch anything. I'm sorry for the intrusion.

[Another pause, feels like forever. They still haven't talked about ...]

Are you all right?

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Comments

dictated

[amiable]

Everyone's journals really did change, huh...

dictated; SUBJECT LINES YAY ;_;

[melodist]

It seems so... For a moment, I thought I was somewhere else entirely.

Did anything else happen?

dictated; beautiful :')

[amiable]

Not that I know of! I haven't heard anything.

dictated;

[melodist]

All right. Thank you, Miss...?

dictated;

[amiable]

Just Uru! Miss is way too formal.

What's your name?

dictated;

[melodist]

Tear. Thank you, Uru.

dictated;

[amiable]

You're welcome! It's nice to meet you, too.

[ beat. ]

What did you mean by "indisposed"? [ Well, she knows what it means but December is a while ago now. ]

dictated;

[melodist]

A pleasure.

[... Oh. Awkward stretch of silence.]

I... think I was a doll, strangely enough.

dictated; 1/2

[amiable]

A doll, huh? That's--

dictated;

[amiable]

Like a toy doll?!