01, text | un: dearsunshine

[hxppythxughts]

hi everyone!!! ＼(＾▽＾ ⋈)／ if we havent met or u dont remember me yet my name is sayori!!!
i remembered i used to write a lot and parfaitgirls poem rly inspired me
so i wanted to make a VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!!! 《《o(≧◇≦)o》》

i went to the roswell center bc i wanted to read some baislan poetry
and while i was there i asked if they had a club where ppl could talk about writing
and it turns out they didnt! (￣ヘ￣)
but someone heard me ask about it and got RLY EXCITED
so we got some of the students together to start a literature club there!!! ☆*:.｡.__〆(⌒▽⌒ ⋈)

so if u like to read or write and talk about literature u should come to the roswell center in the afternoons for literature club!
i may not be there every day bc we have a lot to do LOL but i should be there p often (´｡• ᵕ •｡`)
and ur welcome to come by if ur just curious too!!! (⁀ᗢ⁀) writing is rly nice but u wont know if u like it until u try!!!

and since this is abt literature i thought itd be a good idea to share one of my poems here too
if u want to tell me what u think then consider it a trial run for the literature club wwwwww (⋈ ≧▽≦)ﾉｼ))


[As promised, there is also a photo of a page in a notebook! it's in two images bc it was huge otherwise but it's one page i promise]



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[hxppythxughts]

[It's easy to tuck herself more snugly into the space beneath his chin as he nods, kisses the crown of her head and sends a wash of warmth down her body from the point where his lips touch. God, it's hot on this island, but she wouldn't trade the warmth of his embrace for anything.

She closes her eyes and breathes in the familiar smell of him, letting it out in a contented sigh after a moment of holding it in her lungs.

Partners.

Something about it feels secure in a new way. There's something concrete there, like she's been sifting sand through a sieve and finally chanced upon something solid. This is something else she doesn't understand, moreso because it lacks the well-worn familiarity of many of the other strange things she's been feeling. She doesn't touch it, because she lacks the context to make sense of it, but—

It does make her happy. She doesn't know why, but it does. A light, relieved sort of joy. A giggle bubbles out of her before she realizes, and she nods too, squeezing her arms around him in return.] Yeah, totally. You're the best partner I could ever ask for, ehehe~

That makes us sound super cool, too. Like partners in crime!

["Cool" is probably not the word most people would use to describe this, but sure.]

[protegge]

Heh. Yeah, it does.

[Whether or not it's accurate, her assessment is clearly something he agrees with, if the pulse of satisfied amusement through the Oath is any indication. If that doesn't do it, the way he wraps his arms tight around her and squeezes is another hint.]

We'd be good at that, too. Except you're way nicer than me, so I think we'd have to do, like, Robin Hood crimes. Or maybe mysterious dessert deliveries, if we wanted Natsuki's help. [A beat.] Or to just make desserts really badly.

[Wouldn't that go back to being a really awful crime at that point, though?]

[hxppythxughts]

[Huh. Robin Hood crimes.] I think someone said I was like Robin Hood once. Because of my bow.

[She blurts that one out without thinking and immediately feels a little embarrassed, because Robin Hood is a hero and Sayori is just Sayori. But, true to form, she pushes forward rather than sitting in it.] So I guess I have some practice, ahaha~

[She snuggles a little closer into his embrace, though the journals are kind of getting in the way. Which makes her think of something. And she means to say something about the desserts too, and not wanting to do awful dessert crimes on purpose, but the more immediate distraction wins out for the moment, as it often does with her. So:] Hey, can I sit in your lap while we read the rest? I just— want to be closer to you. It feels safer.

[It is an entirely innocent request, but she does understand that it could be distracting for him, so it seems polite to ask first.]