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Bubbles don't have much to say.
To be fair, they also don't have very long lives so they don't get as many words as they probably should. Kei wonders, often, what would they know if they lived twice as long or even three times as long. It wouldn't be that much longer, but thinking about it makes him giggle a teensy bitty bit.
Falcor can't blow bubbles anymore, so he has to blow them for her. Sometimes his bubbles mix with those of other people and they pop together and everything babbles all together and they giggle.
Then, one day, as Kei is refilling his bubble wand, one pops near his nose.
In a little kid voice, one that's definitely not his, it says, help me.
More and more bubbles repeat themselves, filled with the same words.
Kei, being a big, smart boy of seven, goes to get his Uncle Ken.
A/N: Admittedly inspired by this little manga about a kid who can hear the voices of animals and a high schooler who used to have the ability but lost it. SO be prepared for some melancholy (since apparently that's all I do) and some fluff. Also a certain character's backstory that nobody asked for.
Challenges: Ultimate Sleuth Ch 2.2 and Diversity Writing (Digimon Anime/Manga) G53. write an OC centric fic, Original character boot camp prompt 18 - sincere