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The world outside. Curiosity flickers warmly against your hand. You stop. You move. They stop. The dolls watch your crawling shadow. It’s quiet. You wonder if the wind’s still there. You creep along the ground. You reach the window and peek beyond the horizon. The sun glints in your eye. Millions of winds and billions of leaves. Young of green and old of gold. Winds that are neither black or white. Just winds of nature’s chaos, and leaves so frail yet bold. So many you cannot see them all. Too many for you to remember. Vastness fills the world beyond.
A breath enters you.
The black and white grins beside you.
“Autumn’s quite the season, ain’t it?”
“What a nice view Alice has here. Too bad she’s such a loner. It’d be a nice place to relax with some tea and persimmons. Speaking of which…”
She reaches into her bag and pulls out a fruit.
“Here you go.”
It feels smooth in your hands. It’s warm and orange.
“Go on. I have plenty.”
The skin feels delicate, the fruit tender. Smells of fall.
“Don’t worry. It’s from this forest, but it won’t poison you.”
She takes a bite from her own, chews, and then swallows.
“See. And I’m human, so it definitely can’t hurt you.”
Your hand trembles to whether or not a persimmon can actually kill you.
“What, did Alice make it so you can’t eat things from strangers or something? That’s rude, you know. Even strangers have feelings.”
Her sigh pushes against you, moving the fruit to your mouth. You skin it with your teeth.
“What. That’s not a bite. Here!”
The air moves. Her warmth moves in through your skin. You can’t breathe. It’s sweet. The juices feel sticky against your face. The sun shines through the leaves and a cold wind blows.
“Oh, Alice! Are those pastries and tea? What kind?~”
“What are you doing to her?”
“Persimmons. You want one? I picked some up along the way.”
“Oh come on, you make me feel like I’m in trouble. I’m just here to check up on you, like a good friend should.”
“I’m fine. You can leave.”
“Aww, don’t you let humans stay over when they stumble into this doll shack of yours?”
“You’re far from human.”
“Nah. I’m pretty human.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Sure. Just wait a few years.”
“…A few? Wh-”
“Well, in your time. Do you even know what day it is today? ”
“Haha, see! You’ve got your head so deep in your research that you’ve even forgotten the date. I bet you’d only visit my death bed to see whether or not if I’d be one of your test subjects or something.”
“That’s not true.”
“No, no, I’d be fine with that. We’re friends, right? Just don’t stuff any gunpowder in me. Pastries would be fine though, of course.”
The world grows silent as the sun drifts down to earth. The tastes are sweet. The tea is tepid. The room is warm. The day mellows through a quiet afternoon.
“Mmm… it’s nice today.”
You nod. The air tastes sweet with the scent of persimmons. You take another bite. Marisa chuckles.
“Say, why don’t I show you two where the persimmon trees are? It’s better to feel the wind and the leaves than to watch them anyway.”
“Hmm… I’d enjoy a walk, but I’m honestly too tired, and she just woke up yesterday. It’d be hard for either of us to walk too much.”
“Bah, I’m sure we’ll be fine. I’ll just carry one of you if we end up getting lost.”
“What if we both collapse?”
“Then I’ll carry you both, ze~”
The two exchange breaths warm and weary. A gust forms between the hot and cold air.
“Say, what is your name, anyway?”
You shake your head. You’re nothing, apparently.
“Hmmm. Well, we have to call you something.”
“I have some books we could look at.”
“Ooo, I’d like to read some of those after the walk.”
“We’d be too exhausted to read if we took a walk.”
“Then I’ll just pick something while you’re both asleep~”
[ ] Go take a walk outside.
[ ] Go look at some books.