Wednesday, January 25th, 2012; JR Akihabara Station, Akihabara, Tokyo; 5:42p.m.
"What time is it?"
Looking towards an electric sign board, his height edging out over the crowd of evening commuters surrounding them and Maho's enormous suitcase, a wisp of steam puffed from Okabe's mouth.
"Forty two after."
"And the next train is due at forty-five?"
"Yes. Actually, I see its headlights already."
"Okay. Good." I guess. Don't want to be late... But I don't even want to leave either.
Nudging closer to the college student, their interlaced fingers continued to fight the chilly temperature setting in, arms throbbing in a slight shiver from the cold. Then, a low rise of conversation and statements from other commuters began as the clatter of steel and a squeal of activating brakes echoed through the air, and their heartbeats accelerated from the sense of insurmountable inevitability.
"Hey... You did fly here with the professor, didn't you?"
Blinking from Okabe's errant query, Maho peeped up towards him.
"I did."
"Shouldn't he be here too?"
"He's already been on his way to the airport."
"Oh."
Gripping her suitcase as the white and green of an electric commuter train rolled into view, silhouetted beyond the dozens of people crowded around them, Maho's head tilted, looking towards the nearest door on the railcar halting in front of them.
Just as well, honestly, because the hell if I'm going to deal with him while I'm here with you.
Squeezing Okabe's hand as the doors opened and a crush of the train's occupants began exiting, several people spaced together nearby, allowing a passage through. Then, after half a minute of allowing the train to empty, the multitude of passengers lining the platform began a swift process of boarding, and Okabe stepped around Maho, trading her hand for the handle of her suitcase.
"Huh? Oh."
"I've got this. Go ahead and board."
Pressing into the narrowing line of people, and crossing the slim gap between the platform and railcar with a small hop, Maho peeked back as Okabe hoisted the luggage inside with ease, setting it onto the floor and rolling it towards her.
"Are we sitting?"
"Not likely."
Realizing shortly afterward that the volume of people outside had rapidly crowded into the train, with bench seats vanishing in seconds, she reached over to a pole beside herself, and Okabe brought her suitcase to a halt against the same pole she held onto as several dozen people pressed closer around them. Within seconds, loaded full of passengers, the train's doors shut after a jingle and a cautionary voice played over the speakers, and with a shift of movement, began into forward motion.
Well... Off we go.
Looking at her surroundings with slight discomfort from her limited height, Maho then peered up towards Okabe, and then down at the suitcase, an idea blooming in her mind.
"Hey."
"Hm?"
"Make sure this doesn't move."
Watching as he stepped closer, trapping the hard-sided luggage against the steel rod with his legs, Maho hoisted herself up on top of the suitcase with a grunt, slipping around the pole, and resting both of her legs around it as she sat. Then, with a humored grunt from Okabe behind, his longer arms drew around her sides, gripping the pole ahead, and keeping her newly-formed seat secure as she leaned back against him.
"Haha, this worked perfectly."
"Wasn't sure what you were doing at first."
"That's pretty much my life story."
Smiling from his following chuckle, Maho's slender fingers tightened around the pole, her head on a swivel from the much-improved vantage point as she looked around among the train's occupants.
Wow, you know what, I think this is the first time Okabe and I have been on a train together. First and last, apparently.
Watching as now-familiar multi-story buildings surrounding the station disappeared from sight through the windows, a sigh seeped from Maho's lungs as the train continued accelerating.
Well, so long, Akihabara. Its been fun and adventurous, for sure.
Turning aside, an errant thought entered her mind as the train began into a curve, shifting all of its occupants into a lean.
I wonder what happened to the pink cat princess I met on Saturday night? Can't recall seeing her before or any time afterward... I wonder if Okabe knows who she is?
Pulling herself upright, and leaning against the pole on her shoulder, her eyes rose to the variety of advertisements lining the roof of the railcar above the windows.
Actually, considering how upbeat and stylish she seemed to be... I bet her and Mayuri would be great friends.
JR Keikyu Airport Line, Shinagawa, Tokyo; 6:04p.m.
Freshly transferred onto a second train, claiming a center pole in the same arrangement as before, Maho leaned back against Okabe, fingers slipping free of the smooth steel and settling onto the curved edges of the suitcase beneath.
Second leg of the journey... Almost forgot that this is the way I came when I first arrived before the expo.
Cheeks warming from the memory of first meeting the college student she now reclined against, Maho's head drifted forward, settling against the elbow of his arm.
The Akiba Tech Expo... To think that's where we first met. All because this guy asked my AI some challenging existential questions, only to pester me about technical details later on.
Face curling into a partial grin, tempered by a steadily aching heart in her chest, her chin lifted upward, settling onto his arm in a turn.
Never thought that I'd end up kissing him, and going on a date with him. And crying over him... And maybe falling for him.
Eyes closing as her chest tightened from the thought, her head rolled onto her cheek, tickled by the soft hair on his forearm.
...And here I am, about to leave him behind.
Eyes flitting open as something drifted through her hair, her head rose, and she looked back towards him, only to find his free fingers gently brushing her hair aside, revealing the elfin features of her face. Seeing a genuine smile grow beneath his relaxed brow and hazel eyes, her cheeks gained a tint of red as a smile snuck onto her own lips.
You should've brushed my hair with your fingers like that days ago... You handsome Japanese man.
Eyes meeting and remaining in a gaze for an unknown length of time, she finally turned away, resting her neck.
"Thank you for coming with me, Okabe."
"You asked if I could."
"I know, its just... You've always been so nice and accommodating. Going out of the way from your own schedule... I really appreciate everything you done to help me."
"You're quite welcome, but, I've hardly gone out of the way. You're a lab member, and we take care of each other however we can."
Humming happily from the thought, Maho straightened forward and leaned back against him, her face turning up towards him with her mane of hair spreading along his chest below.
"Yes you do. You've really got a good thing going with that lab... And good friends too. You don't need a lot of people in your life to be happy."
"That's true. I've found that one just needs a hobby, and people to share it with, and they can be content."
"Having a hobby for a job is the best of both worlds."
"Is that how you have things arranged?"
"Sort of. I like programming and everything, and scholarships have pretty much covered everything else, so I haven't ever really worked a job yet. Just been doing research."
"Sounds absolutely ideal."
"Almost. There's a few things that I'd still change." One of them being stuck in California... The whole reason we're on this train and pretending we're not heartbroken until I leave Japan.
"I suppose you can't have everything be perfect."
"Nope. But that's what makes us strive for it. I'd rather have something to work towards instead of just being bored and empty." Which is what I'm fearing is going to happen in a very short time... Damn. I can't believe how conflicted I feel about this now.
"I agree one-hundred percent."
Closing her eyes, head shifting left and right from the rocking motions of the train winding through track curvature, a contemplative breath wandered from Maho's insides.
I can't get over the fact that this man I met in the middle of Tokyo is causing me to reconsider my entire lifestyle... And my heart keeps telling this head of mine that its the right thing to do. But is it? Could I just hop back across the ocean and study abroad? Should I bank on everything being the same if I were to come back? Who's to say Okabe wouldn't just find someone else while I'm gone, right? Its not like I can tell him he can't do that.
Grimacing for a moment from the thought, her brow then relaxed.
Yeah, right. He hasn't dated anyone until I came along. So far we're both the most amazing person that either of us has ever met, and we're an ocean apart. I think he's going to have a hard time letting go of someone that could realistically live anywhere she wants. Especially since he knows I want to go back to Okinawa someday.
Slowly smiling, her eyes opened, flitting up and seeing his well-defined facial features against the railcar's roof.
I'll come back to Tokyo someday, Okabe, and then we could go to Okinawa like we've talked about. I'll make it happen somehow, I promise.
Haneda (Tokyo International) Airport, Ota Ward, Tokyo, Japan; 6:32p.m.
Leading both Maho and her suitcase along with both arms, Okabe's heart raced as they wandered into the main concourse of the airport, having previously checked in at an interactive kiosk. Looking towards a nearby clock, he exhaled with uncertainty, bringing Maho's attention to him from the sound.
"You said six-thirty, right?"
"Um, yes."
"Its about that time right now."
"Then we're right on schedule, Okabe-san."
"Hopefully security won't take you too long."
"Can't be as bad as L-A-X, honestly."
"L-A-X?"
"Los Angeles International. In America everyone says you should arrive two hours before your flight."
"Two hours?"
"Because of security. The difference is crazy, honestly. This place is way more streamlined and faster, so I'm not really worried."
"Well, if you happen to miss your flight, you know where to go."
Humming sweetly from the thought, Maho nudged against his arm, hiding her rapidly beating heart.
"I'll let you know what's happening either way."
Looking ahead, seeing a line of people standing before the security check, both of them drew to a halt with individual exhales. Then, rolling her suitcase over to her side, Okabe released her hand, garnering her undivided attention as he reached behind himself, pulling his school bag around to the side of his hip.
"Before you continue, I have something."
Hands coming together in patient waiting, Maho watched with increasing interest as he lifted the flap up and over, and began reaching into the bag over his shoulder. Then, after an amusing moment of falsely digging, eyebrow rising as his arm sank inside the satchel with remarkable depth, he suddenly produced a fuzzy black and white creature, lifting it out and offering it to a now wide-eyed Maho.
"Here."
Hesitantly reaching out and gathering a hold of the pleasantly soft, squishy animal, only to realize seconds later that it was a cat with enormous sparkling green eyes, the breath in her lungs vanished. Looking up to Okabe, and finding the smile she always adored spread across his features, she brought the plushie close, tucking it against her bosom with a squeeze of her arms.
"O-Okabe..."
"I don't know if you're a feline sort of person, but... I happened upon this little one, and the more I looked at it, the more it reminded me of you in a remarkable number of ways."
Head sinking, a giggle burst from her throat as her chin nuzzled the cat's head, only to change into a burst of tears.
"Oh my god, its adorable." And you got it cause it reminded you of me... I can't even...
Standing still as he stepped closer, brought into an embrace by the taller college student, her arms found their way around his sides, with one hand still holding the plushie as she squeezed him in a embrace that neither wished to end.
...I can't even believe that we're this close to being so far apart.
Heart pounding, she drug her nose up along his shirt, gazing up at him with an emotion-laden smile, the corners of her mouth shiny from fresh trails of tears. Then, with another reach into his school bag, he produced a handkerchief, and a choked laugh left her throat from the unexpected item, only to wait patiently as he hesitantly brought it against her cheek, erasing the glistening rivers of emotion from one side, and then the other.
"I didn't know you even had a handkerchief."
"Has come in handy a few times." Like right now, for instance.
Exhaling with humor, eyes still glistening, she blinked several times with a persistent smile, squeezing a new trail free from her eyes, which he summarily wiped clear.
"You're such a goof."
"There's nothing else I would rather be."
Nodding, only for her lips to part with a quiver, she rose onto her toes, and in a much quicker motion than before, Okabe sank down, readily meeting her lips with his own in a kiss. Tilting heads and reuniting in several small collisions, the connection promptly grew deeper as their tongues got involved in an escalation of passion, only to settle back down into a lingering rest against one another. Breathing back and forth between their intimate proximity, eyelids slowly lifted with curiosity, and a fuzzy, dark view of faces gained light and detail as Maho's lips, wet with saliva and emotion, drifted along his bottom lip, finally surpassing friction and slipping away.
That was amazing... And I'm going to miss it. And you.
Reuniting in a gaze, with the rest of the commuting world drifting by for a lengthy moment, both computer scientists took in one more detailed evaluation of each other's appearances. Then, with a slight turn aside, Okabe's hands tightened behind her back.
I hate that I'm saying this, but... "You should probably... Head over there soon."
Nodding in silence, her arms slithered back along his sides, and in an extremely difficult, simple motion, their bodies slipped free from their shared embrace.
"Yeah."
Heart twisting from the whisper that slipped free from her lips, Okabe's hands awkwardly found their way inside the pockets of his suit coat, and Maho scooped the cat plushie into her arm, reaching aside and gripping the handle of her suitcase firmly.
"Best of luck... With developing Amadeus further."
Standing silent, and finally nodding, her eyes rose from the crimson fabric of his sweater, up to his hazel eyes once more.
"Best of luck with that computer of yours."
"Goodness know we may need it. Been rather expensive to upgrade lately."
Sharing a fleeting round of light laughter, fading away among an already-limited window of time, Okabe turned aside towards the security line nearby, and Maho began hesitant steps in the same direction, only to pause with a glance across her shoulder.
"Well... Goodbye, Okabe-san."
"Farewell, miss Hiyajo."
Finally defeating nearly-overwhelming reluctance, Maho continued forward, swallowing from the sharp ache in her throat that resulted. Wandering in a heading towards a staggered array of guide ropes just ahead, her small mismatched footfall remained hidden among the rolling of her suitcase.
First it was goodnight... And now its goodbye.
Moving in a steady procession through the line, trying valiantly not to look back, she found her way through a metal detector and security screening, and after gathering her belongings back together, she plucked the cat plushie from a plastic tray. Studying its sparkling green eyes, meeting hers with a perpetually friendly expression, she marched forward, towing her suitcase along, and trying to keep a fresh wave of emotion from leaving her eyelids.
But at least I have you, little one. All cute and black-colored and well-intended... Just like him. The most amazing person I never expected to meet, and yet...
Finally looking over her shoulder in a toss of her hair, her eyes instantly found the distant college student, leaning back against a wall near their parting place. Seeing his hand rise in a wave, her arm lifted in the same motion, and a smile appeared from the last distant glimpse of him.
...Here I am, still walking away.
Turning away, the last trace of resistance vanished, and emotion cascaded from her eyes as she began into motion once more.
I'll be back someday, Okabe. I promise. So don't you dare go and forget about me... Not that you would, or could, or... I don't know.
Bringing the fuzzy cat up to her face, her brow quivered above her already-blurred vision.
Just know that I won't forget about you, no matter how much distance is between us.
Wiping her sleeve across her eyes, she gazed sadly into the distance, slowly wandering towards a distant gate for an ever-approaching flight.
I hope that's alright with you... Okabe Rintarou.
JR Yamanote Line, Taito Ward, Tokyo, Japan; 7:22p.m.
Standing in a lean inside a commuter train, his arm hanging from a looped strap mounted from the ceiling, Okabe maintained his balance as the day's sixth and final voyage by train sped in a northbound heading towards Akihabara station. Eyes remaining on the floor of the railcar as it rocked in slight movements left and right, his free hand rested on a now-empty school bag, fingers remaining in a solitary curl.
Three weeks ago... I get sent to this year's tech expo. A week and a half later, I'm hosting Amadeus and its programmer in my own apartment. And one week after that...
Imagining a swirl of red-cheeked smiles and iridescent twinkles of green, topped off by several instances of sweet, sensual kisses, his expression hardened from the storm of feelings welling up inside his chest.
...We're already going separate ways. Left with lingering memories and heartaches. What a way to start off the new year.
Eyes widening from the vibration of the smartphone against his leg, his balled hand drifted up and over his school bag, fingers expanding and tugging the phone free from his pocket. Bringing the screen into view, a length of silence finally ended as a message expanded on the screen.
'Plane's here and everyone's boarding. Thanks again for everything, Okabe. You're really a super amazing guy, as I'm sure I've already told you. P.S., make sure you check the log book whenever you get back. You'll see why I wanted to you to keep it. ^_^'
Throat constricting from the echo of her voice dancing among the text, he then blinked as an image appeared of both Maho and him in her hotel's lobby, with the attractively dressed young woman happily tucked up against him.
So that's how that picture turned out...
Smiling, and saving the memory to his phone's gallery, he began typing a response.
'Guess that one came out pretty good.'
'Yeah. Forgot to show you earlier.'
'That's quite alright. Better late than never.'
'Yeah. ^_^'
Looking aside through the train's windows, glimpsing the setting sun hiding behind passing buildings, he then lowered back to the phone in his grasp, and his thumb slowly dragged the message inbox upward, drifting along a long series of messages and correspondence.
Just like many wonderful things in this world... Better late than never.
Changing over to the phone's image gallery, he began browsing through recent images, only for his heart to race as another image met his eyes. Opening the picture fully, rediscovering a fantastic portrait of Maho peeking up from beneath her bangs with an adorable, feisty smile, Okabe's shoulders slumped.
Wonderful people too.
Gazing at the image for the span of a minute, he then set it as the background on his phone, and stowed the device back into his pocket as the train began to slow.
Maybe one day we'll meet again... Hiyajo Maho.
Wednesday, January 25th, 2012; Future Data Laboratory, Akihabara, Tokyo; 8:03p.m.
Seated on the comfortable fabric of the relocated loveseat, legs crossed and his sock-covered feet resting on old wooden flooring, Okabe looked at the thick binder resting on his lap with uncertainty.
Aside from being a readily accessible repository of your knowledge and recent legacy... What could even be hiding in here?
Lifting the thick cover aside and allowing it to drop to an open rest, his fingers began prying aside groups of pages in an idle browsing through volumes of text and imagery.
In fact, the only parts of this she even recommended I read are towards the later half. Somewhere around where machine learning starts in th-
Hand halting, discovering an unfamiliar page clipped into the binder's rings, he peered closer at numerous lines of handwritten characters, eyes widening from the presence of his name at the beginning of a personally addressed note.
'Dear Okabe Rintarou, Japanese man of mystery. You may have found this note before my actual departure, but regardless of timing, my feelings are likely to be the exact same, so here goes. I could not even begin to thank you for your boundless generosity and hospitality that you've shown during my stay here in Tokyo, both of which have made my month-long stay here much easier and MUCH more entertaining and amazing than I could have expected. While you may have been impressed by my AI and programming, I was much more impressed by your own capabilities, and certainly your own monster cluster computer that did a fine job of running Amadeus. I wish I could have a portable version of your system, so I could just run and modify Amadeus on it whenever I needed to. Maybe someday you'll make a laptop version... Haha. Also, I might not have gotten a chance to properly say so, but your curiosity and passion for artistic and functional computing and its related sciences will take you great places. You will have no trouble finding a career and a place in the ever-expanding industry of digital technology that we are both a part of, I assure you this.
Please be sure to keep in touch, Okabe-san, because I might end up visiting Japan again in the coming future. ^_^ Best wishes, from one special someone to another,
~ Hiyajo Maho, M.C.S.'
Staring at the end of the note, he remained motionless, only for a grin to force through an otherwise restrictive, stone-silent expression.
Japanese man of mystery... So she did have some kind of nickname for me after all.
Fingers drifting across the laminated sheet protecting the paper, a quiet chuckle shook his chest.
...And then to go on and write all of these incredible words. Straight from her heart, no doubt. What a brilliant woman, in every sense of the word.
Eyes closing, fighting back a surge of emotion from mental imagery of her emerald irides, he felt for his phone and swiftly drew it from his pocket, only to hesitate.
Wait, damn. She wouldn't be able to text in the middle of a sixteen hour flight.
Unlocking the screen, his vision drifted towards an icon for his email client, and he inhaled from the newly presented opportunity.
...Although, she could certainly see an email whenever she happens to land on solid ground again.
Thumb tapping in a fury of presses that followed, he prepared a new message, pausing from the letters and numerals of her email handle.
hiyajo54713R1... Salieri, to her own Amadeus. Brilliant and clever. I thought I was clever with things but that woman is unbeatable.
Laughing lightly, his internal resistance slowly weakening, he began composing a message.
'Dearest Hiyajo Maho, while it is sad that we have to resort to indirect contact, I am grateful that I can still speak to you regardless. I found your page in the binder, and I now understand your earlier intent. Your words are heartfelt and incomparable, just like all else you've said and done while you've been here. Thank you for taking the time to offer such a memento, much like that feline friend of yours that reminded me so greatly of you while you weren't around. I don't know how readily you will be able to respond, but I await the time when you can, as conversation with you is incomparable in any form and medium.
Best, from your computing compatriot across the Pacific,
~ Okabe R.'
There. Sent.
Watching the phone display a confirmation, throat and facial features tight, a single breath drew in and out. Then, in an utterly startling moment, his phone buzzed in his hands, and he exhaled from a rapid response to his message listed among prior emails.
Already? But how?
Opening the response, his lips curled together between his teeth.
'That didn't take long. ^_^ But I guess I'm not surprised. You are so very welcome, you cute goof. Calling our conversations incomparable is an understatement with your fancy wordings and the variety of expressions you make all the while. In case you were wondering, there actually is wi-fi on this airliner so I can still email. Maybe you already assumed that, since you're clever as ever. Also, my feline friend has a name now. Bet you can't guess. *^_^*
~ Maho'
Responding right away with a racing heart, his thumbs churned into motion.
'I assumed you couldn't text, but emails would be queued and sent regardless, so that was a fortunate guess. Naming your cat didn't take too long either. I bet you could guess where I found it.'
Resting his phone onto the binder in his lap, surrounded by the handwritten note, he gazed at the red device, patiently waiting until it vibrated on the pages in a brief drift of movement.
She must be on her laptop to respond so quickly.
Blinking as an inline-attached image appeared of the black and white cat plushie, looking out of the window of an airliner at an expanse of high-altitude clouds beyond, his hands tightened from the reminder of her ongoing increase of distance.
'His name's Tucker, the Tokyo Tuxedo. You found him at Mandarake, right?'
Sitting motionless as another image appeared in another message, with the cat now tucked up beside Maho's face, both hidden beneath a blanket.
'Wish you were here too, but kitty snuggles will have to do.'
Solemnly tapping on a prompt to reply, his finger slowly created a response.
'Sure did. Told him he was destined for a great adventure.'
'Aww. ^_^ He sure is. He's gonna be seeing all kinds of new things.'
'I don't doubt it.'
Vision blurring as his phone darkened, and the screen shut off, a pained sigh seeped from his insides as his eyes shut.
"Thinking about her?"
Startled from Mayuri's voice across the room, having nearly forgotten she was in the lab, Okabe swallowed.
"Can't help it."
Mouth opening from his low-voiced whisper, and then seeing a glint of something drip from his face, Mayuri rose to her feet in a wander closer, slippers padding across the wood floor of an otherwise silent apartment. Coming up behind the couch, his head silhouetted in front of the idle computer screen, her arms slid along his shoulders, gathering him into a hug from behind as she leaned onto the couch.
"Okarin?"
"Yes?"
Sensing the off tone to his voice, her hands slid back to his shoulders, gripping them in a gentle massaging motion.
"...Have you cried at all?"
Seeing his head lower in continued silence, only for his hand to rise and cover his eyes, her chin rose, resting on top of his messy hair.
"You can, if you need to. Mayushii won't mind."
"Thank you... Mayuri."
Thursday, January 26th, 2012; Viktor Chondria University, California, USA; 10:09a.m.
Setting aside a mug of steadily cooling tea, Hiyajo Maho remained in a realm of morning silence, still recuperating from jet lag as she looked at the screen of one of the lab computers in a glaze.
Load faster, please... The wi-fi in Japan was light speed compared to this.
Blinking from the distant clank of a door latch, a series of quiet footsteps began an approach, drawing to an eventual halt somewhere behind and leaving Maho sitting still, waiting with apprehension.
"Sooo..."
Shrinking from the drawl of a familiar, younger voice, Maho's eyes squeezed shut in a momentary grimace.
Oh, you. I already know what you're going to ask, Kurisu.
"...Senpai?"
"Yes?"
"You promised to tell me about it when you got back."
"What, the date?"
"Yes! How did it go?"
Peeking back towards Kurisu, seeing her curious violet eyes sparkling above a cheeky smile, Maho looked away again, poorly resisting a blush.
"It went fine."
"Just fine? Tell me more."
Exhaling, she turned in the chair and settled into a lean against the table's edge, eyes wandering along the patterned carpet below.
"It was nice. We walked around and explored the shops on Akihabara's streets, had dinner on the ninth floor of some big restaurant place, and it started snowing towards the end."
"Mmmm. That's romantic."
"He made for a very nice date... Like you said."
"Did you get a kiss?"
Eyes closing, and head tilting, Maho's heart stirred from a rush of intimate imagery.
"I did. Several, actually."
"Oooh, more than one? That's exciting! He must have been good to make you want more."
Flitting open, her vision wandered up to the tiled ceiling, and a dreamy smile crept across her lips.
"Oh, he definitely was."
Stifling a giggle of amusement with her palm, Kurisu fondly eyed the bashfully red cheeks of her shorter scholarly compatriot.
Oh senpai... Seeing you like this is adorable. Didn't I tell you that having fun in Japan was worth your while?
Watching then as she retrieved her blue and white smartphone from a pocket, Kurisu's head tilted with a grin of curiosity.
"Texting him?"
"Maybe." ...And by maybe I mean absolutely.
After a variety of taps, Maho's finger remained at rest on the screen after pressing on the send button, and a silent sigh drifted from her nose.
Okabe. Someday soon I'll fly back to Tokyo on my own accord, and when I find you again...
Picturing his tall stature, slightly unkempt hair, and gentle-yet-curious hazel eyes, an echo of light laughter and softly spoken words reverberated through the depths of her mind.
...I hope you won't mind if I stay with you for a while. And maybe kiss you some more.
/END Part one, 'Logic;Gate'
/BEGIN Part two, 'Logic;Sequence'
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