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[The tiny sprite hands over the rolled paper and then squeaks its answer. It can't shake its head. It doesn't have a head. Instead, it lifts one very tiny hand for the paper again. Taka had given it a specific task of delivering the note, but he hadn't been able to finish it correctly.

His soot sprite friend had assumed that though it was still ripped, it was worth delivering, but there is one little edit that should be made. It squeaks repeatedly, seeming a bit impatient before it starts rolling around on the floor, leaving some soot streaks on the ground.]

. ~ 金曜日 ^..

[After the rolling it just seems to float about, then squeak again. There are more, but the sprite cannot speak, it thinks it should go and grab more pieces.]

Edited 2015-08-11 21:03 (UTC)

[Mushi frowns and tries to keep puzzling out the note. He’s pretty sure this is asking him to go somewhere to eat with someone on Thursday. He’d have to check his schedule, but as long as he didn’t have a modelling gig after his caretaking shift…

Oh, but the little soot spirit is making a fuss, isn’t it? Mushi looks back over at him and reads the correction.]

‘Friday’... So whoever sent this note wants to meet on Friday, not Thursday. I see.

[He frowns a bit.]

There’s no location, though… and I don’t know for sure who sent this. Do you have any ideas, little buddy?

[He’d be happy to try to piece together more of the note, or maybe the sprite can write down the name of the person who sent this.]

[The sprite squeaks again and rolls about, arms and legs vanishing]

鷹 12

[And then it rests, looking a bit dizzy.]

Room 12, huh...

[He’s almost certain that’s Taka’s room…]

Oh! H-Hey, it’s okay, just rest here a minute.

[He gently scoops up the sprite and lets it rest on his pillow as he writes a reply.]

To the mysterious writer in Room 12:

I received a piece of your note, but it appears that most of it has been lost in the battle I’m sure this poor little soot sprite fought to get to my room! I could only make out that you asked me to get something to eat on Friday. Since there’s no place, how about we meet at the small ramen shop near the library? If that’s not to your tastes, we can go somewhere else from there.

Thank you for inviting me! I’m looking forward to it.

-Mushi

P.S. You don’t need to scribble everything you write down out. Nothing you ever write is going to make me think less of you!

[With that done, he rolls up the paper.]

Hm... I don't have anything to tie this to you... Oh!

[When Taka returns to Room 12, he'll find the soot sprite sitting with a note tied to its back, using a scrap of Mushi's scarf all tied in a bow. The sprite seems to like the new fashion statement.]

[The soot sprite has taken to wearing the scrap in a similar fashion to how Mushi wears his scarf, and squeaks and chirps about in glee when Taka simply takes the note. He flips it over, writing on the back.]

You weren't supposed to get that note. I was going to write you a proper one, but Miranda got

[Taka watches the sprite strut around and then tosses it a candy]

carried away. Anyways, we can meet up there. I don't care what you think of me.

[Miranda waits for Taka to fold it up until it's more maneagable to carry, then dashes off to deliver the reply to Mushi. Closed doors aren't a problem, so when the sprite squishes itself in, it's pulling the note in after it.]

[Aww, Mushi is overjoyed to see the way the little sprite is wearing the new addition, and he claps his hands a bit as he sees it hurry over and present the note.]

Thank you so much! You're really making that scarf look good, too!

[Now, back to writing.]

Don't worry about it! We can send proper notes next time. The sprite's name is Miranda then? How cute!

See you Friday!

((Are we going to want to set up a log or something? or just handwave?))

[Miranda squeaks and jumps up and around his feet, holding out its tiny thread-like arms and waving even tinier hands at Mushi. It's begging, not knowing what this person can give it, but still desperately trying to earn a reward.]

((do you want me to? I'd be happy to!))

Oh, hey... You want something, huh? Let's see... what can I give you...

[Oh! He does have those chocolate-dipped strawberries from the café! One is... twice the size of Miranda, but that doesn't stop Ryoji from passing one over.]

[Miranda accepts the strawberry, squeaking excitedly until it's handed over and then her tiny legs quake and she falls, squished beneath the treat. She flails, a little black mess of soot, arms, and legs.]

Whoops! I'm sorry! I guess I'll have to break that into pieces.

[He lifts the strawberry back up, breaks the tip of it off, and hands it back to Miranda.]

[Miranda lifts it up, and then lowers it, almost treating it like a weighted bar before she runs around in circles, the tiny scarf flapping about before she jumps, showing off her strength with the bit of strawberry.]

Aha! Look how strong you are! How about you go snack on that, and when you want more, you can come back and I'll give you some.

[Because, gosh, she's so adorable.]

[The soot sprite seems happy about this and runs over to the door. It's easy for her to squish her body under it, but the strawberry is still too big to fit in the gap between the door and the ground. She's out of the room, tiny little arms flapping about, grabbing the treat, and tugging, knocking it against the door over and over.]

Woah, hey, hold on a second! I'll open the door for you. Just let go of the strawberry and move out of the way, alright?

[Silly little thing. He waits a few moments so she can take cover, and then slowly opens the door.]

[Miranda fusses, squeaking in long shrill little spurts before she draws her arms back and waits for the door to open. She's in the way, and when it starts to open, she moves, tiny legs carrying her swiftly to the space that Mushi creates. She jumps up and down, flapping her arms about and hoping he'll give it to her.]

Heh, easy, easy! I'm not going to steal your treat from you!

[He carefully places the piece of strawberry back in Miranda's arms.]

There you go.

[Miranda straightens her scarf, then squeaks once and takes the strawberry piece before taking the tip of one of Mushi's fingers, attempting to shake it.]

[Mushi lets out a chuckle and moves his finger gently.]

Nice to meet you too, Miranda. I'll see you next time Taka-kun sends me a letter, okay?

[Miranda squeaks and then salutes before hopping down. It's a long fall, but she's not really damaged. For a moment she just floats, then gathers her scarf, adjusts the strawberry and trots out.]

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