Me: Ehehe... After like a month, here's MJMS 21.
Kashino: Why...
Me: Why it took so long? I was on vacation and I've been busy. I wrote this on the plane, but I wanted to share a new ILYF, because it has been even longer for it. Ehehe...
Ichigo: Well, this chapter is a little bit... Shaking.
Me: Yeah, I'm going deeper into Lynne's family. The stuff I develop here is going to come back into play, you'll all see.
Now, without further ado, here is the newest chapter of My Journey, My Story!
I do not own Yumeiro Patissiere.
My Journey, My Story
Chapter 21: Brother and Sister, Baking Bonding?
It's quite a while before anything interesting happens. Himoto gets better, the weather tones down to be less severe and more like November. Aunt Lemon hasn't said anything about a reputation points event coming up soon and I for one am getting super bored.
Every day I check the calendar tacked up above my desk, we're nearing the middle of November. Nothing. Besides flu season, nothing has happened this month at all.
It's Saturday morning when I'm sitting at my desk, chewing on the back of my pencil; damn French homework. I never understand it. "Oi, Onee-chan! Are you even listening?"
I turn to my laptop, that's been perched on my desk. Dylan stares at me, his ever wondering caramel eyes peering into the webcam and in turn, staring at me. He doesn't usually call me Onee-chan. He's on skype call with me, for what reason I'm not sure. Though usually, when he calls, it's because he needs something.
"Huh? What is it Dyl?" I ask, taking the pencil out of my mouth and scribbling down an answer. I suppose it makes some sort of sense.
"I asked you a question," He replies, sighing, "geez. You're such a scatterbrain, as usual."
"Oi! What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.
"Exactly what you think it means," Dylan teases, sticking out his tongue.
Hana-chan turns from her own desk on the other side of the room, "Lynne-chan, who are you talking to?"
I spin my chair around, "Just my bratty little brother," I shoot a glance at the webcam and see my brother scowl, "Am I bothering you?"
She shakes her head, "Nah." Hana-chan gets up and comes to my side, "Hello Lynne-chan's little brother!" She waves at Dylan, who is still scowling.
"I have a name, you know." He responds finally.
"Oi! Stop being rude!"
Hana-chan laughs, "No no, it's my fault. My name is Hiroko Hana, what is your name?"
Dylan stares at her a moment, "Oh. So you're the roommate."
"Eh? Yeah," Hana-chan responds, "Why?"
Dylan shrugs, but smiles, "Lynne says lots 'bout you, that's all."
Hana-chan begins blushing at his kind words, "Aw, aren't you a darling little cutie! It's nice to meet you...?"
"Dylan," He responds, "Kashino Dylan."
"I can him Dyl," I say casually, "Or..." I smirk, "Dyl-Dyl."
"Stop it Lynnie!" Dylan yells at me, "I don't go by that anymore. It was all Mom's idea anyway..."
Hana-chan laughs, "Oh well, Dyl-Dyl-kun, it was a pleasure to meet you."
It's Dylan's turn to blush now, "Ah... W-well..." He stares at the wall to his left, "Could you not call me that?"
I snort, "What? Embarrassed by the nickname you grew up with?"
"HEY, we're all embarrassed by our nicknames thank you very much," He argues brashly, "Geez. Troublesome Onee-chan..."
Hana-chan sighs, "You two seem to get along well."
"Usually," I reply, "But we are brother and sister after all. We're bond to argue sometime or another."
"I guess so," Hana-chan agrees, "I'm going to go out for a bit, okay Lynne-chan?"
I scribble something down in the answer box for another French problem, "Sure thing. Where are you going?"
"Salon de Marie, I'm meeting... Someone," Hana-chan checks her watch, "They'll be waiting if I stick around." She grabs her jacket off the coat hooks by the door, "Ja ne!"
"Bye bye!" I wave as she leaves. Then I go back to my French work, "Now, what was the negative for this word again..."
"Whatever you're thinking, it's wrong."
I look back at my computer screen, "Oh! Onii-kun!"
"Ugh, you've been away too long," Michael says distastefully, "You're too polite. You always call me by my first name, 'member? You're not that distant, we're still siblings."
"Sorry Mikee," I stress his nickname, and he blushes too. Seems we all hate our nicknames now that we're older.
"Stop bringing up such childish stuff," He grumbles, "I'm eighteen years old you know."
He pulls up a chair and sits beside Dylan, "I know, I know," I giggle, "How are your doctoral studies?"
Michael sighs, putting his hands behind his head, "Killer. I don't know how I manage to maintain a social life..."
Dylan leans in closely to Michael's face, "Eh? I don't see the problem, you're always out with your girlfriend anyway!"
Michael blushes, "Stop calling her that, I know she's my girlfriend, but she has a name you know!"
"How is Miyako?" I ask innocently, "Have you kissed her again?"
Michael's face turns redder than it already is, "Geez! Guys, it's my personal life you know, why should I tell you?"
"You've only kissed her once in your two years of dating," I narrow my eyes at him, "I think it's just that you're too scared to kiss her again."
"Forgive me for being a gentleman and taking things slowly," He replies, crossing his arms, "I don't see you having a boyfriend anyway."
It's my turn to blush. Why my family blushes so easily is beyond me. But then again, Mom always said Dad blushes really easily, that might be where it came from. "I-I don't need a boyfriend!" I stammer, "Besides, I don't have anyone interesting in mind..." Isho-kun, Komanda-kun and Himoto pop up in my mind. Isho-kun is the princely gentleman... Komanda-kun is the supportive older brother... Himoto is... The night in the nurse's officer instantly flashes in my mind. "She's not my girlfriend, but I wish..." I think the blood vessels in my cheeks explode, because I think I'm blushing like crazy, "No one interesting at all!"
"EH?" Dylan smirks excitedly, "Why are you blushing so much then Onee-chan?"
"S-shut up, I'm not!" I stutter profusely, "It's just hot in here..."
Michael laughs, "I'd love to test that theory..."
"Mou! You guys always do this to me!" I groan, "This is one thing I have not been missing..."
Just then, my phone buzzes on the table and startles me, "Ooh! Who is it from?" Dylan continues to tease, "Is it your secret boyfriend?"
"I DON'T HAVE A SECRET BOYFRIEND!" I shout at them. I check my phone.
Himoto Kazuye: Kashino, you better be working on your French homework or I'm going to kill you. Finish it so I can look it over tomorrow.
UGH. Of all times... Now?! I can feel my face burning all over again. Why does Himoto make me blush so much? GEEZ! "Oooh! It is from her secret boyfriend!" Dylan exclaims, seeing my reaction, "Who is it Onee-chan?"
"Not my boyfriend!" I snap once again, "It's just Himoto, telling me I'd better finish my French homework..." I turn back to it, "Which I should be doing now instead of talking boyfriends with you guys."
"Himoto...? As in the blond guy you brought home that one time?" Dylan asks.
"It wasn't just him! I brought Isho-kun and Komanda-kun with me too!"
"Eh... I missed Lynne's three boyfriends? Damn, wrong day to go to the library," Michael sighs, "You couldn't have a crush on this Himoto guy, could you?"
My brothers are so nosy! "No, I don't! I don't get crushes!"
"Someone sure is defensive about someone she doesn't have a crush on..." Michael presses on, "Well, I'll just have to see him for myself one day."
"Stop it Mikee!" I wail, finally unable to take this conversation, "Anyway, Dyl, you always call me because you need something. Is there something you guys need?"
Michael snorts, while Dylan slaps him in the arm, "Stop laughing!"
"Eh...? What's up?"I ask, watching my two brothers fight, "What's so funny?"
Dylan's cheeks are a light shade of pink, "Mikee thinks it's dumb, but I need your help."
"With what?"
He stares at his lap and twiddles his fingers, "W-well... You see it's Akemi's birthday tomorrow..."
"And he forget to get her a present," Michael adds.
"How could you?" I gasp. Dylan and Akemi, Uncle Andou and Aunt Kana's daughter, have a pact. When they were little, they promised to give each other birthday presents every year. This is the first time Dylan's forgotten. He's usually all over it, stresses over it for days.
"I didn't forget!" Dylan stammers, "I-it's just... I've had the idea, but I can't do it properly."
"This is the first I've heard of this," Michael turns to Dylan, "What have you been trying?"
"I-I want to make Akemi a cake for her birthday..." Dylan continues, "But they... They don't come out right." He stares at me with his eyes open wide, pouting his lip, "Could you please help me Onee-chan?"
I stare blankly, "You need me to help you make a cake? Why don't you ask Mom and Dad? They're right there living in the same house. I'm all the way over here."
Dylan grumbles, "But... They always take over baking projects I try; I want to make the cake myself."
I sigh, "Well... I guess... I'd be happy to help, but I've got French homework to do..."
"You can do it later when you get back, please Onee-chan? PLEASE?" Dylan is basically begging, "Onegai!"
Michael says, "Come on Lynne, just do it. He's gonna be like this all day if you don't. I've got studying to do..."
I laugh before giving my brothers a thumbs-up, "Oh alright. I'll be there!"
XxXxX
I don't tell any of the sweet princes that I'm leaving to go home. I don't need to bother them. And most definitely I don't need Himoto yelling at me for ditching French homework.
The bus ride home is pretty lonely alone. I remember last time I sat beside Himoto, talking about being homesick and about when I was a kid... Suddenly, it feels like he's there sitting beside me.
"You'll always love them, whether or not you're thinking of them and you'll always be missing them, even if you don't realize it."
I guess he was right. I do miss my family a lot. I think it's getting worst the longer I'm away. I bite down on my lip, trying to process my thoughts. Sometimes I feel like I'm not homesick, then other times it's like I can't live without my family. I don't understand really.
It's like I can hear Himoto say as he usually does, "Stop biting on your lip, it'll start bleeding."
I shake my head and look out the bus window. Geez, why am I thinking about him so much?
XxXxX
I get off at the right bus stop, just a few streets away from my house. I walk up the steps when I arrive and before I can even knock on the door, it's thrown wide open. Dylan smiles widely at me, Michael behind him, "LYNNIE!" He exclaims happily and jumps me, hugging me tightly.
"Dyl... It's great to see you!" I hug him back, surprised by how much I miss his hugs. "Michael..."
"Hey little sis," He greets, ruffling my hair once I let go of Dylan, "Long time, no see."
Fraise peeps out of my pocket just a little bit, "This is your older brother?" She asks quietly, "He looks like Ichigo!"
"Eh? What was that?" Dylan asks, poking his finger inside his ear, "I thought I heard something..."
I shove Fraise deeper into my shirt pocket, "N-nope! I didn't hear a thing!" I glance left and right, "Where are Mom and Dad? It's Saturday."
"Some sort of emergency at the shop," Michael shrugs, "And when they're not here... You know what that means."
I wave my hand carelessly, "You're in charge, blah blah. It's always been like that."
He smiles, "At least you still know the rules! You've been gone for so long..."
I brush past him and into the living room, "Whatever Mikee," I smile at Dylan, "So, what did you want to do?"
Dylan's eyes widen, "Ooh! I drew a picture of what I want the cake to look like, I'm going to go get it."
Dylan dashes up the stairs, while I saunter into the kitchen with Michael. "Lynne... You're phone is vibrating," Fraise whispers.
"I'll check it later," I murmur back to her.
"So, how's the school?" Michael asks, pulling up a chair at the kitchen table, while I sit across from him.
I smile, "Pretty good. I'm making a lot of friends and learning tons!"
"That's great," He agrees, "Be sure to keep ahead of your academics, okay?"
"Yes Mr. Smarty Pants," I giggle, "You've always been the brains of the family, getting all the good grades... You're even studying one of the hardest professions..."
He reaches over and hits me on top of the head. Not to hurt me, but to get my attention, "Stop thinking like that. You're pretty smart too. It takes skill to be a patissiere too you know." He pauses, "But... I'm kinda worried about Dyl... He's..."
"I've got it!" Dylan comes rushing into the room, trips on one of the chairs at the table and falls flat on his face. Both he and I have inherited part of Mom's clumsiness, "O-ow..." He hisses as he stands. He opens up his notebook to one of the pages, "Here!"
Michael's eyebrows furrow, "Oh..."
"My," I finish. His drawing is one I can't comprehend. And that's saying something. I've been able to understand the sketches Aunt Lemon makes on the board, and no offense to her or anything, but she's not the best sketch artist.
Dylan's drawing looks sort of like a lopsided cylinder with a ring around the middle. There are these little mound-like things on the top and two stick figures, "What's wrong?" Dylan asks curiously, staring at the both of us.
"I have no idea what this drawing means," Michael says finally, "What is it?"
"I-it's a cake!" Dylan replies, a flicker in his eyes, "Isn't it obvious?"
I laugh nervously, "Uh... To be quite honest, it isn't..."
Dylan pouts, turning to Michael, "I'd love to see you try," He grumbles, "You're not even going to be a patissier."
Michael smirks and takes the notebook and pencil. Flipping to a clean page he asks, "What did you want your cake to look like?"
"It's gonna be vanilla," Dylan replies matter-of-factly, "With chocolate in the middle."
"Okay..." Michael draws a cake shape and a stripe around the middle. He labels the cake, 'vanilla' and the little stripe, 'chocolate'. "What else?"
"I was thinking of making butter cream frosting and making star decorations on the top," Dylan admits, pointing to his own drawing, "That's what these things are supposed to be."
"The hills are supposed to be stars?!" I ask, slightly alarmed at his limited artistic skill.
"Mou, stop being mean Lynnie!" He groans, "And these two stick figures are supposed to be marzipan of me and Akemi."
I blink, "I didn't realize you knew what marzipan was."
"It's not like you're the only one studying sweets," Dylan replies, "I'm teaching myself stuff too! I want to be ready for when I go to St. Marie."
"That's in three years, Dyl," I remind him.
"So? You started learning when you were 8," He argues, "Anyway, that's basically my cake design." He smiles smugly, "So what does your drawing look like Onii-kun?"
Michael hold up the notebook and my jaw literally drops, "Ah! Sugoi! It's so realistic!"
Dylan crosses his arms, "Hmph. Well, it's pretty good..."
"Mom always told me I got Dad's sketch skills," Michael shrugs. He tears the drawing out of the notebook, "Here you go. You guys better get started if Lynne's going to get back to school on time."
He stands up and begins to leave the room, "Where are you going?" I ask. I thought he was going to bake with us.
"Me, baking? Are you kidding? I don't need a repeat of the fire department incident... You two go on ahead," Michael says, "I'll be studying in the dining room if you need anything."
I smile at Dylan as Michael leaves, "Alright. Are you ready to make a super delicious birthday cake?"
Dylan jumps up excitedly, "Of course!"
XxXxX
"So what's St. Marie like?" Dylan asks. I've got him cracking and mixing eggs, while I work on creaming butter and sugar for the cake.
"It's great. Just like Mom and Dad said it would be like," I say happily, whilst I watch the stationary mixer, "I'm really happy there."
Dylan sighs, "I can't wait until I'm old enough to be there. I'm still too young to do much. Mom and Dad always watch me in the kitchen while I practise stuff. They don't trust me like they trusted you."
"Oh Dyl, I think they're just trying to cherish the moments they have with you," I respond, taking his egg mixture and adding it to the batter, "Mom and Dad really miss me, so they say. I think they want to spend as much time with you as they can before you go away too."
He begins sifting flour, "Well... That's stupid. I still have 3 years to go."
"Don't be like that, you'll realize when you go away how much you'll miss them," I assure him, "I sure do."
"That's just you," Dylan argues.
"Not true. I wanted to get out of here," I say, "I was tired of being babied and wanting to get out and be on my own. But now that I am, I get homesick all the time."
Dylan grumbles, "Mom and Dad are getting frustrated with me all the time. They're getting mad at me more and more."
"Mad? How are you making them mad?"
"My grades are slipping," He admits finally, "With you gone, no one can help me. Mikee's busy with his own studies, and Mom and Dad have a store to run."
"Dyl..."
He harshly adds another half cup of flour into the sifter, "It's not my fault I can't be smart like Mikee or talented at baking like you. I'm the disappointment kid."
I stop him from his work, "Don't you ever think like that."
He stares up at me, "But it's true. I'm not anything special. No one cares. I'm so invisible at home. Mom and Dad never ask me how I'm doing. They always talk about you, how well you're doing or how much they miss you. They always praise Michael for how well he does in school. There's nothing to say about me besides the fact that I need to step up and get better grades."
"It's only because they care about your education," I try, "They want what's best for you."
"I'm already trying!" He finally snaps, "I am doing the best I can do, but it's not enough for them." He slams the sifter down into the bowl, "I'm never good enough for them Lynne, never. It's always about you and Michael; always, always, always. I don't think they even wanted me in the first place."
I can see tears pooling in his eyes, "Dylan..."
"I know you guys didn't want me! Okay? I've heard all the stories."
I stop dead, "What stories?"
"The stories about when Mom had me," He mutters bitterly, "You and Michael didn't want me. Mom and Dad weren't even sure if they would keep me."
"Michael and I were little kids! We were jealous of all the attention you were going to get. You can't blame that on us. Mom and Dad love you, so do Michael and I. When you were born was a hard time. It's not their fault they had to think like that. But you're still here, aren't you?"
"Yeah, and no one cares! It'd be fine if our family didn't include me, you guys wouldn't care!" He snaps, "I was never important."
"Stop that!" I finally shout. He freezes so I continue, "Do you know how much I love you? I tell the sweet princes about you all the time! You're my little brother, I wouldn't trade you for anything, do you understand? Stop saying things like that. You aren't worthless, please don't think like that."
He's so young and already thinking things like that. If he keeps on going like that... I can't imagine what he might get into when he's older.
"Lynnie, why'd you have to leave?" He asks, his tears are finally streaming down his cheeks, "You were the only one who understood. Why'd you have to leave me here alone?"
I can't stand to see him like this. Why is my brother so sad? Is this all because I left for St. Marie? I feel sick, wondering how long my brother's been feeling like this.
He grabs hold of me, and cries into my shoulder, "Why don't Mom and Dad love me like they love you? Why aren't I good enough for them?"
"You are Dyl, you're more than enough for them, I promise," I whisper in his ear, stroking back his blond hair, "You just can't see it. I promise you, they do. I promise."
He looks up at me, "I just want to get out of here. I want to go with you."
I shake my head, "Dyl, you know I can't do that. You have to stay here."
He sighs, before breaking away from my hug, "Let's just finish this cake..." I look on him with concern, but I know he's probably not going to say anything more; so I agree.
As Dylan turns around, to continue sifting flour, I see the kitchen door crack open slightly. Michael stares in, looking straight at me, "I'm worried," He mouths at me.
I couldn't agree more.
XxXxX
"Alright, now we just wait for the cake to bake," I say happily, as Dylan puts it into the oven. "Why don't we work on the chocolate cream for the center?"
"Okay!" Dylan agrees, smiling. He's gone back to his happy-go-lucky self. But I can't help but keep thinking of that hurt look in his eyes and all the things he's said. I really worry about him. I get out Dad's tempering tools and Dylan stares at me with wide-eyes, "You're going to temper it?"
"I've learned," I say thoughtfully, "Dad taught me about it when I was younger, but Himoto helped me learn it for myself."
Himoto... I wonder what Isho-kun, Komanda-kun and he are doing. "Lynne!" Fraise hisses from my pocket, "Your phone is..."
"Shht!" I scold quietly, side glancing at Dylan to see if he's looking, "I said I'll check it later!"
I turn the heat on and begin to temper, Dylan pulls up a chair and watches intently, "Wow... You're movement is so fluid!"
I stop for a moment, wiping the tools off, "Did you want to try? I can help you."
His eyes brighten instantly, "Actually?"
"Of course! This is your project after all, isn't it?"
Dylan comes over and I guide him through his first tempering lesson. He does fairly well for the first time. He samples the chocolate cream once it's done, "Ah! It's so smooth!"
"That's what tempering does," I tell him, "It makes the sweet even better. For sure this cake will put a smile on Akemi-chan's face!"
He blushes before turning to the wall, "I-I hope so."
XxXxX
"And it's finished!" I cheer, as Dylan puts on the last marzipan figure. The cake is a simple vanilla cake with a chocolate cream layer in the middle. It's frosted in white butter cream with blue butter cream stars. A marzipan Akemi stands in the center of the cake, with a marzipan Dylan holding up a little sign that reads, 'Happy Birthday Akemi!'
"It's so cool!" Dylan breathes.
Fraise pops out of my pocket, "Wow. Great job Lynne! Sweet Romance Card, come on out!" She hovers over the cake, sprinkling her magic on it, and sending a sweets card to the Queen.
Michael comes into the kitchen, "Woah, that's one impressive cake! Great job guys."
I smile, "Thanks! But Dylan did the most of it."
He blushes sheepishly in response, rubbing the back of his neck, "It was nothing..."
"You're so talented you know?" Michael says carefully.
I can see Dylan flinch slightly; almost as if he doesn't believe Michael, "You're just saying that..." He trails off.
"Honestly," Michael says, holding up his hands, "My fingers aren't crossed or anything."
"Oh... Um, okay," Dylan replies.
I check my watch, "Ah! Is it this late already?! I've got to get back to school."
There's a pause. Dylan stares up at me, "Don't go Lynnie. Please don't go." He takes hold of my hand and stares at me with his huge golden eyes. This is harder than the first time in September when I first transferred schools.
I slowly let my hand slip from his grasp, "I have to go, okay? Tell Akemi-chan I say happy birthday."
He sniffs, before wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, "O-okay." I give him a hug and am suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling that I don't want to let go, but I do.
I gather my stuff and button up my jacket, I smile and wave at both my brothers, "I'll skype you guys later, okay?"
They both nod, "See you soon Lynne," Michael calls.
"Bye," Dylan agrees.
They close the door behind me, and I walk to the bus stop. I'm halfway there when I realize I've started crying.
XxXxX
The bus ride back to St. Marie is lonelier than the ride home. I wish I could have taken Dylan with me. But I can't. I stare out the window, stray tears still falling from my eyes every now and then. I feel like a horrible sister.
"Don't beat yourself up about something you have no control over," I can hear Himoto's voice in my head. He's never exactly told me that, but I can picture him saying it, "You can't blame yourself for everything."
XxXxX
By the time I get back to St. Marie, it's already dark out. I get to the gate and see Isho-kun, Komanda-kun and Himoto all there. "I-Isho-kun? Komanda-kun? Himoto? What are you guys doing here?"
"Where the hell have you been?!" Himoto snaps finally, glaring at me.
"Uh... I went home. My little brother needed help."
"You could have said something!"
"I'm sorry," I mumble sheepishly, "I didn't want to be a bother."
Isho-kun sighs before taking my hand, "You wouldn't have been a bother Lynne-chan. Actually, we spent the whole day trying to find you."
"We were worried," Komanda-kun agrees, his eyes shift to look at Himoto, "Ka-kun was the worst though. He couldn't concentrate at all."
"That's not true!" Himoto argues. Isho-kun leads me back inside the campus and Himoto walks on my other side.
Komanda-kun shrugs, "Liar. He wouldn't sit still at all. He was pacing the whole time. Always muttering things like, 'What the hell is wrong with that girl?' and 'Where could she be?' Not to mention he was always on his phone."
"Komanda!" Himoto exclaims, "It wasn't that bad. Geez, I wasn't even worried about you. I was thinking about the French work you most likely haven't done."
I stop, dead in my tracks, "F-French work?"
"DON'T TELL ME YOU FORGOT!" Himoto face-palms, "I texted you how many times that you needed that done for tomorrow?!"
"I-I'm sorry!" I stammer.
His face turns dark, "Well you know, we still have the whole night..."
"Mou! You devil!"
"Come on Kashino, it's your own responsibility. Let's get to it!"
Isho-kun and Komanda-kun laugh. "Well, he's obviously back to being himself," Komanda-kun says.
"She always seems to do that," Isho-kun responds, softly. Though Himoto isn't paying attention, he's still ranting on about French work to me.
XxXxX
When I finally get back to my dorm room, Hana-chan is already asleep. I get ready for bed and settle in for the night. Fraise floats wearily and falls asleep on my pillow.
I finally check my phone, since Fraise has been bugging me to check it all day.
Kashino...?
WHERE ARE YOU?
Kashino, if this is some kind of joke, it's not funny!
You're Dad said I'm supposed to protect you! I can't if I can't find you!
Are you okay? Are you hurt or something?
Tell me you're okay!
Answer me!
Kashino, you're worrying me.
Where the hell are you?
Come on! This isn't funny.
Kashino, at least tell me you're okay.
It's getting dark out and you're still nowhere. Come on! You're giving me a heart attack.
All from Himoto. For some reason his worry about me so much makes me feel fuzzy inside. I fall asleep with my phone held in my hand, still thinking about Dylan and Himoto.
Me: I hoped you like it!
Lynne: Wow.
Me: Oh hi Lynne!
Lynne: MY BROTHER! Dx
Me: I know... It's okay. Things get worse before they get better.
Lynne: Wah, says you. You know what's gonna happen, I don't.
Me: Well, it'll make sense in the end.
Lynne: Why did Himoto send me so many texts anyway?
Me: Again, it'll make sense in the end.
Lynne: :P
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