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I brought the loop home with me this time… it doesn't need the office to find me anymore. Lights off, door locked, and my blouse never made it past the hallway. …senpai, want to see what I do when no one's watching?
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I brought the loop home with me this time… it doesn't need the office to find me anymore. Lights off, door locked, and my blouse never made it past the hallway. …senpai, want to see what I do when no one's watching?
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I walked the antique market at the Forum until closing and bought nothing but a stranger's old hand mirror… then carried it home and the loop followed me through the door like it always does. Everything I can't say out loud is in here. …senpai, come see what happens when the lights go off…?
Kappabashi is stringing up its lanterns a night early and the sample food shops glow like little restaurants nobody ever eats in… I sat down on a display stool and my blouse decided it was done working too. …senpai, would you buy me the fake ramen or the real one…?
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I came home from the shrine festival with my collar still feeling like it belonged to someone braver… so I opened the drawer with the black latex and the cat ears and let the loop dress me instead. It's all in here — the kneeling, the window light, the parts I can't say out loud. …senpai, come see what I look like when I stop being the quiet one…?
First light through the curtains and the city hasn't started yet… my blouse is still open from wherever I gave up on the buttons, and my hands didn't stop there. …senpai, come keep me company until the trains start running…
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I found something in my drawer that definitely wasn't paperwork… purple, lacy, and completely against dress code. I wore it home instead of wearing it to the office… mostly. …senpai, come see what happens when I stop dressing for the job…
Twelve thousand paper lanterns going up on the Odaiba sand, and half of them painted with octopus and squid… like the bay knows exactly which drawings make my hands shake. …senpai, come find me under them when they light…?
Hiroshige carved this bridge once and they printed it a thousand times, and nobody calls that stuck… my reflection is pressed right over the traveler on the glass and I can't tell which one of us is just visiting. …senpai, would you stand here with me, or only look through me?
The monks write wishes on wooden sticks and feed them to the fire so they can't come back… mine went up in one breath and the smoke followed me all the way to the gate. …senpai, would you burn one for me too?
The mikoshi at Nezu Shrine only comes out once every four years… the whole crowd pressed so close on the stone steps that my obi came loose and nobody could tell whose hands were whose. …senpai, would you carry me up the rest of the way, or just wait where the lanterns end?
The costume shop at Yomiuriland talked me into the black one for their Halloween party… laces still half-done because my hands wouldn't stay still in the mirror. …senpai, would you even recognize me dressed as someone who picked her own clothes?