He wakes up with a rasping gasp and immediately sits up and starts coughing.
What... the fuck?
"Then we'll be like those sappy couples who text each other good night and good morning every day, for my peace of mind."
—sorry, didn't mean to bring the mood down, he says, forcing his face to smile again.
(Did he already like Haru this much two days ago before Haru died? He doesn't think so? But then how come he started liking Haru so much so quickly? What the fuck happened what is happening to his brain???)
Try to get non-magical people in the loop, show some proof of magic to emergency services so they'll know we're not full of shit...
No, but I mentioned you guys ran into a couple of magicals who sucked, once, right?
Very yikes! I guess the fact that no one's fought you guys or us here for territory must mean that this territory was unclaimed but you didn't even realise territories were a thing back then. I wonder if Kyūbey could get us a map...
"Itadakimasu!" Last time he got his chopsticks split perfectly and it didn't cause everything to go right with Haru but also he was thinking about it all wrong then so this time—split—it will all go right. Just you watch.
Split! "I was so bad with chopsticks when I was eight. I told Ren 'I can just bring a fork everywhere in my pocket' and she said 'pocket lint is not part of this complete breakfast'."
"You're so cute." What a sense of déjà vu. When you told me this story last time was when you taught me the word 'dyspraxia'.
It's a very endearing story. I don't know why but I have this image of you as an eight-year-old being very serious and mature for your age.