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It is a few hours into a projected 168 of them. Haru is trying to get back to sleep while his mother holds him, because 168 hours is going to feel a lot longer if he can't figure out how to sleep while lonelier than ought to be humanly possible.
Suddenly not having his mother holding him is certainly a way to ruin the attempt.
"Back into the city. There are a few places we might be safe there, which I am deliberately not yet choosing between."
"Let's aim for tomorrow, unless that also end up being awful for you, in which case it was retroactively yesterday."
"We can still maybe get you a nice dinner today? Like, I can't imagine that we're going to do better than takeout, and I bet it can be fancy takeout."
"Fancy takeout, with cake just in case, yeah. It's not really important compared to anything else, just."
"I appreciate that. Maybe I will get to go home and find a partner and guiding will be all it's cracked up to be and I will have the best powers in the world, I think I deserve that."
"If we can manage it. I expect we'll be able to, but I don't want to leave you disappointed if something else comes up."
"I will prepare myself for a ration of gas station snacks. We should try not to undernourish me, it's not the most conspicuous symptom but I'm being quietly physically remodeled toward peak human in various ways - might wind up with an eye color or hair color change too - and I'd rather have enough nutrients to get underway on that without cannibalizing myself too much."
"Yes. If we succeed in obtaining cake at all, we will be able to get enough for you to have some."
"I think it would kind of defeat the purpose of a birthday cake anyway to have a birthday cake, and an eight year old in attendance, and not give her any cake."
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