𝐀 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐲

┌────── ──────┐ 𝓟𝓘𝓝𝓝𝓔𝓓 / 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 └────── ──────┘ ──────────────────

❝ C’mon, step it up an notch all right ? I could be reading your story in the future, so make it a good one ! ❞

“ It sells coffee and sweets I guess. It’s just a little hang out spot with some deserts. ”

“ Well I think you sound “lame” on the opposing end. But yes they serve bread, give me a second. ” —— With that he walked down the stairs and out the door.

“To live life is to expect and accept the unexpected. To me, viewing life as a predetermined story is doing the very notion of life and freedom a disservice. But, there’s a café down the road. Does that sound good ?”

—— 𝐒𝐟𝐭, he gets up. “ Truthfully I think the “story” just changed already. I mean I doubt your story has you being curious on the idea of the story changing multiple times. Would you like to talk more over food ? ”

“ What if her “story” changes again ? It can happen once, it’ll likely happen again. ”

“ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬, or has a good idea. And it’s not particularly hard to guess what the conversation may be about given your “story teller” gimmick. It’s near, if not impossible to hide information from Crimsa Miyamoto. ”

“ Don’t know. I’ve just been sitting here all day. Why don’t you just go and check for yourself ? ”

“ Because in the eye of the world, my story all ready ended. We Miyamoto’s tend to be anomalaic. You’ll catch on. ”

“ Oh. This is a waste of time then. I’d suggest you go and bother someone downstairs. ”

“ I was invited in here. By the magical girls, So I do not see why not? You’re one of them yes? Or some “higher authority.” ”

—— He seemingly didn’t care all that much. He’s seen more bizarre in his short life span.

“ It’s you from earlier . . . Do you need something ? ”

“ I’m sorry, but are you a wrestler of some kind ? ”

—— He was sitting within the Miyamoto/Loppir household, for 10 hours straight all he’s done is sit and look out the window.