[All of this still kind of feels like a dream. Not that he doesn’t believe it — one of the things about Sayori is how real she is, which is ironic, he guesses, but nevertheless true. The part that feels surreal is that he would have a one-year anniversary at all, let alone with a girl who doesn’t remember half of her own past right along with him and his patchy memory, on an island made of animal creatures in a world that’s at best a temporary refuge from his devoured home.]
[It’s a lot to deal with. They deal with it the way they deal with everything: by enjoying the moment, by making a mess and laughing about it, by luxuriating in each other’s company. They don’t sink the boat, and that’s good. He doesn’t kill the fire, and that’s good too. When he flops down on the blanket, exhausted by his desperate attempts at competence, Sayori’s already arms-deep in her bag, saying something about presents.]
[He kisses her anyway, because he hasn’t in a few minutes, and he wants to, and he loves her.]
Okay. [He offers her a quirked grin.] I have a couple for you, too, but you can go first.
[As Mista does not have a Bag of Holding, these presents are in his pack. One of them fell out onto the bottom of the boat on the way over, and he made her solemnly promise that she didn’t see anything. It was wrapped, but still.]
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[It’s a lot to deal with. They deal with it the way they deal with everything: by enjoying the moment, by making a mess and laughing about it, by luxuriating in each other’s company. They don’t sink the boat, and that’s good. He doesn’t kill the fire, and that’s good too. When he flops down on the blanket, exhausted by his desperate attempts at competence, Sayori’s already arms-deep in her bag, saying something about presents.]
[He kisses her anyway, because he hasn’t in a few minutes, and he wants to, and he loves her.]
Okay. [He offers her a quirked grin.] I have a couple for you, too, but you can go first.
[As Mista does not have a Bag of Holding, these presents are in his pack. One of them fell out onto the bottom of the boat on the way over, and he made her solemnly promise that she didn’t see anything. It was wrapped, but still.]