[x] Her first question was kind of strange. Ask her about it.
[x] How’d she talk when sleeping like that? You want to, too.
[x] Oh! You forgot! Introduce yourself.
“No, really. That’s a weird question,” You say, “Doesn’t it hurt? Why would you do that?”
Komachi nods. “They give all kinds of reasons, like ‘my wife died’ or ‘I’ll never be anything, so I might as well disappear’, that sort of thing. I guess they think getting tossed into the river is less painful than living, or something.”
Then, as if shaking off something, she shudders. “Kind of a morbid topic though, isn’t it?” She says, picking up the paper thing off of the ground. “I know the day suits it, but talking about work sucks.” She reaches out her hand towards you, keeping one on the paper thing’s stick. “Komachi, shinigami. Who’re you?”
“Phobe,” You say, not entirely sure what to do about the hand. There’s nothing in it, and it’s sideways, so… what are you supposed to do?
“Ah, right…” She laughs a little, and puts her hand down. “So, if you’re not here to kill yourself, why are you here?”
“It looked pretty,” You say, “and I was getting kind of bored looking at sunflowers. So I came here to see it better.”
“Pretty?” She lowers her voice. “…well, I guess it is to someone.” Then, it goes back to normal. “Red really isn’t my favorite color.”
“How do you do that, though?” You ask, going to the next thing on your list. “I want to, too~”
“Eh… do what?” She asks, looking around. “I’m just standing here.”
“That thing, where you talk in your sleep,” You say, smiling. “Can you teach me?”
“Haha… was I talking? Dang.” Her voice is a little less now. “Well, don’t tell anyone I was sleeping, ok? You could get me in big trouble.”
You nod. “Ok. But, how do you…?”
She gives you a strange look. “Wait. You really don’t know what sleep talking is?”
You shake your head. “Nope.”
She scratches her head. “You live a sheltered life or something? Where you from?”
“The forest,” You say, pointing back, “I don’t know what a sheltered life is, though.”
“No, no, I get it now,” She says, shaking her head. “Well, it’s not like you choose to talk in your sleep. It just happens.”
You don’t really have anything else to say. Neither does she. So, you both kind of sit there for a bit, looking at each other. It takes a little bit, but she comes up with something.
“Hey, aren’t you cold like that? This umbrella’s pretty big, you know.”
You shake your head. “It’s not cold.”
“Heh. Suit yourself.”
She turns to face the water, and you do, too. And she sighs. “It’s going to be so cold, and miserable…”
“Oh. Guess you don’t know what a shinigami is, huh?” She says, turning to you. “Well, I bring the dead across this river to get judged. It’s kind of a crummy job, but someone has to do it.”
“Dead? You mean things that get killed?”
She nods. “That’s one way to end up dead.”
“But, it’s not like people are dying left and right, so it’s fine to wait until it’s done raining, right?” She asks, turning to you. You nod. If you don’t like the rain, you can wait until it’s done to do stuff.
“So, you plan on hanging around?” She asks, “The living are so much more… lively.”
[ ] Sure, you’ll stay around.
[ ] You’d rather not. (go somewhere else).
And that's that until Sunday, or Monday. I'm heading out of town tomorrow, so I don't think I'll have much time to write. I'll be back Sunday, but I'm not exactly sure how late, so... yeah. Expect something on one of those days.