🛸 2 // JOURNAL ENTRY

[mwehehe]

Sender: Futaba Sakura
To: Everyone
Subject: Question


You ever just.

Lock yourself in your room for like a month and forget what time is? I mean, I guess I ate at least, and I didn't just fall asleep for a whole freakin' month like after the Medjed thing but

like

a whole. Month. Least it was fruitful.

Which uh, leads me to my actual question: who has some technology here with 'em? Phones, laptops, things that require a power source cause I think I figured out some dream crystal things, but it might require a more... ambient dream energy. Dunno how THAT is gonna be harnessed yet, but I need to know my many sleepless nights and curryless days weren't for nothing. Testing on my own stuff is fine, but knowing it's not just a fluke is even better.

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[666_hellhound_aesthetic]

gotcha

appreciate it all again the same... not exactly like we got any power banks just lying around to tag

and... uh, yeah... promise best behavior on the canine front... name's Loona... you can prooooobably guess it's me when you check...

anyhow Futuba... one order thai hot and spicy incoming!!1!

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You can drop on by if it breaks, I dunno how well they'll hold up or for how long, but if you have just regular dreamotion around you, you should be able to charge the one I give ya no problem.

Loona, got it. See you soon!

(Moving from journal posting to prose posting~)

[666_hellhound_aesthetic]

Less than one hour later...

Loona peered up at the treehouse and heaved a sigh. Looked like it was time to stress test that question on how much Futuba was okay with dogs as the hellhound glanced down at herself.

At least if she was going to come crash here for a bit, she might as well be comfortable in her own fur. No immediate stains or tears beyond the normal to her garb after the miniature adventure to liberate the fetchquest item of Futuba's desires. "...not like I was ever gonna go back to that shitstain side of the market again anyhow..."

And all she hoped was worth it for the container lovingly dangled from its picnic basket, sweet warm smells sneaking their way past the lid in a fashion Loona was fairly sure a cartoon character could have levitated into the air and followed in some pied piper fashion.

She hesitated again just for a moment, not certain whether or not this was really a good idea. But really, did she have any better ones?

A last sigh of resolution and she hucked a chestnut up just below the treehouse entry, following up with a sharp whistle. There she was for all the goddamn world to see, "Yo! Delivery! Sweet and spicy special!"

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Loona's whistle and knocking with a chestnut gets a curious redhead peering from her door— and boy does that curry smell good. It's gotta be Loona, but... she is the (therapy) dog? Huh. Well, luckily for Loona, the first Phantom Thief was a talking cat, so this is literally no different than Morgana being here!

"H-hey! You're L-Loona, right?" There's a brief glance at the picnic basket and a smile before the door swings open.

"I c-cleaned a little so i-it's not... uhh... a-a shut-in cave, but th-there's enough room for the both o-of us to be comfortable!"

Which, comfort when you're not social or have social anxiety (and working on it) is important. Futaba knows this, and since Loona sounds similar, it's time for max hikikomori comfort.

"Come on in, s-sorry if I'm a-a little weird for a wh-while, I gotta get used t-to being a-around you."

[666_hellhound_aesthetic]

Okay.

Contact made, now to try not to get kicked out before she even got through the other girl's door.

"Got it in one!" Loona hollered, trying not to bring up the stammer or anything else that could equally result in making things awkward. Best thing in Loona's head was just to play it off, make like it was no big.

"'s cool... weird is kinda the default shit I gotta sample each day at the office. You need your space, I won't sweat you none."

"...That and far as messes? I left my fair share in my room near each day, long as there's a pile of clothes not too dirty to drop down on like a beanbag I'm good."

She'd wait to move on in, careful not to jump Futuba any, instead holding up the sacredly presented curry as the peace offering, "Lemme know where you want me and I'll plop on down."

i'm very behind, sorry for the wait!!

[mwehehe]

Once Futaba was acclimated, the stammer would likely vanish— being awkward around new people only made her nerves and anxieties flare, but once she was used to someone, well... Gremlin Mode™ would activate eventually. She does, however, respect people needing their space, so a safe place for those who can't deal with people for long will always be a safe one in her treehouse, damnit.

"Oh, y-you can be anywhere! Wherever y-you feel the most comfortable, I-I won't mind." Really, Loona could flop down on the couch and lounge for a while, or in a couple of Futaba's other hidey-spots to relax in comfort in a wicker basket chair or a beanbag thing that was good for any kind of use. "A-and if you want some curry, I-I can share some! Unless you don't l-like it."

Trying to play host is new, but she's trying her best here.

Re: No worries! Glad to continue, look forward to Futuba's expedition to boot!

[666_hellhound_aesthetic]

"Cool, thanks." The words were given flat and without much of any emphasis on them as barely before Futuba even gave her the invitation, Loona's eyes had locked on the beanbag and just threw herself on the thing, resulting in a resounding *THWUMP* and slow hiss of escaping air from inside the bag that now grooved perfectly around the hellhounds behind as she slumped there.

"Ohhh, yeah, that's the stuff."

She hauled her head up enough to at least look at Futuba's food invitation, waving a decline, "Nah, good, I got me a sample before I liberated this one for ya."

"Ain't no soylent green, but it does the job!"