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39th Teddy Bear [voice/action]
[Elicia had been sleeping next to Gracia off and on now, after papa had left. She thinks maybe it makes her mama better, that she's close and there. And like so many other days, Elicia gets up and rubs her face, bleary-eyed and ready to start the day. Only, what greeted her was the silence of a empty, blue room; the essence of it—everything that made it her mother's—was sucked out. All she had was a pillow behind her and a blanket clutched in her hands, and for a moment, she doesn't understand.
It takes some time before she finally does.
The house is really quiet. Winry and Ed must be doing the things they do every day. She numbly leaves the bed and goes into the bathroom, stripping down like always, turning on the water and being careful that she doesn't make it hot. She gets soap in her eyes, but it's okay, because it washes out. When that's over with, the clothes come next—it's a dress, and she puts her ties in her hair, trying to make them match evenly on each side; it sort of looks right, she thinks, so she goes to the kitchen and uses a chair to get to the cabinet so that she could get the cereal box. And then the milk. Spoon and bowl. She doesn't make orange slices because the knives are bad and off limits. And then she sets the table and eats fast.
It's all wrong. But she's had nightmares about a day like this, only soothed when she woke up and looked at her mother, or wandered into her room in the dead of night, just for a look. But now nothing's left in her mama's room, and the fog of loneliness pushes on her from all sides as she sits on the couch and waits for something to change.
Over time, she lets herself cry. It builds up like a wave traveling toward sand, gradually peaking as the force carries it. It's okay, she thinks. She'll come back, or papa. They wouldn't just leave her behind for long. Not even the malnosso could change that about them. Right? They'd come back and there wouldn't be any reason to cry.]
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Mama—
[She breathes in, voice watery and unsure. Everyone had to do things like this. This was the right thing to do. This is what people here had to do sometimes, for the ones they loved. She inhales a shaky sob.]
Gracia... Hughes... Went home.
[It's weird to say her full name like that. She doesn't like it. But she has to be grown up right now.
Later in the day, she'll be out working on the garden Raine had helped her replant, and has no intention of going inside until the sun starts dipping low. She doesn't really feel like playing today. A lot of her presents from the birthday are left scattered in her room, where she's left them from the night before Gracia had left.]
It takes some time before she finally does.
The house is really quiet. Winry and Ed must be doing the things they do every day. She numbly leaves the bed and goes into the bathroom, stripping down like always, turning on the water and being careful that she doesn't make it hot. She gets soap in her eyes, but it's okay, because it washes out. When that's over with, the clothes come next—it's a dress, and she puts her ties in her hair, trying to make them match evenly on each side; it sort of looks right, she thinks, so she goes to the kitchen and uses a chair to get to the cabinet so that she could get the cereal box. And then the milk. Spoon and bowl. She doesn't make orange slices because the knives are bad and off limits. And then she sets the table and eats fast.
It's all wrong. But she's had nightmares about a day like this, only soothed when she woke up and looked at her mother, or wandered into her room in the dead of night, just for a look. But now nothing's left in her mama's room, and the fog of loneliness pushes on her from all sides as she sits on the couch and waits for something to change.
Over time, she lets herself cry. It builds up like a wave traveling toward sand, gradually peaking as the force carries it. It's okay, she thinks. She'll come back, or papa. They wouldn't just leave her behind for long. Not even the malnosso could change that about them. Right? They'd come back and there wouldn't be any reason to cry.]
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Mama—
[She breathes in, voice watery and unsure. Everyone had to do things like this. This was the right thing to do. This is what people here had to do sometimes, for the ones they loved. She inhales a shaky sob.]
Gracia... Hughes... Went home.
[It's weird to say her full name like that. She doesn't like it. But she has to be grown up right now.
Later in the day, she'll be out working on the garden Raine had helped her replant, and has no intention of going inside until the sun starts dipping low. She doesn't really feel like playing today. A lot of her presents from the birthday are left scattered in her room, where she's left them from the night before Gracia had left.]
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Hey, Eliciaaa! Let's go fight bad guys, okay? We can go to Seventh Heaven and help Sanji!
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Ohhh gardening is fun, flowers are pretty. Yotsuba can help! We can eat and garden things, Yotsuba wants to use the spade.
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No, no Sailor Lion! Gardening is good, with sunflowers and tulips and those other flowers! You haven't done stuff wrong so why are you sorry?!
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[Or is she actually talking to a different Elicia to the one she thinks she's talking to? Either way she still doesn't get why she's being apologised to.]
You should have people to play with too! Let's [-play! But wait, Elicia doesn't feel like playing. What else is there to do other than playing?] draw! Draw things, we can be artists. Make a masterpiece in a galley!
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[Seeing as Yotsuba forgot to take her journal with her in the mad rush of gathering together crayons, sketch pad and then shoving them into a bag, Elicia will have to wait until Yotsuba shows up a few minutes later. She knocks on the front door over and over whilst singing to herself.]
Gonna go draw~♫ Draw stuff with Elicia~♫ Is it a good drawing~♫ I don't know~!
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No, but Elicia hesitates to open the door when she does, because she's just gotten through with far too much crying, since everyone told her to cry her heart out when she felt like it. So her eyes are red and puffy, even if the rest of her is neutral).]
Hi, Yotsuba... Were you making a song?
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When the door finally opens Yotsuba gives Elicia a big friendly wave and a smile! The smile soon fades and her hand goes back to holding her bag when she sees Elicia though.]
Yeah, it was a drawing song. [...] You've been crying? Don't do that.
[Sorry to go against ALL THE ADVICE you've been getting to cry Elicia but as far as Yotsuba knows crying is a bad thing. It means you're sad and she doesn't want to see her friends upset.]
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[She shifts uncomfortably.]
My heart feels really broken. I think it hurts...
[Voice]
If your heart is really broken... Then you should see a doctor. [Nod nod.] Because broken hearts must hurt a lot.
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It hurts a lot, but.... but what if they give me a shot? I don't like shots....
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[Head tilt. The doctors on TV always gave people shots and they got better, so are they that bad? She's never had one herself before so-]
Be brave, Sailor Lion Brave! [...] Okay? Don't cry.
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[She's quiet for a moment.]
I won't cry right now, I promise... I'm... I'm Sailor Lion.
[Voice]
[She walks over to Elicia and gives her a few gentle pats on the back.]
Yeah, Sailor Lion is super brave, like a real lion. You're really good at this Elicia!
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I dunno if I'm really good at it, but... I'll try to be.
You'll be brave with me, right...?
[Voice]
[Her head tilts to one side as though she needs to think hard about this. Of course the answer is 'yes' but she wants to say more than just that.]
Yeah, Yotsuba will be brave with you. We'll be brave together. Brave enough for the village and all the grown-ups too! Yotsuba will always be here and be brave with you!
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That's what we gotta do. Even if we're sad, we gotta help the others.
[She stops and reaches over, squeezing Yotsuba's hand.]
Thanks for staying and being brave.... You're my bestest friend.
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[Excitable as ever, Yotsuba drops her bag on the ground and grabs Elicia's other hand, returning the squeeze.]
Even when you're sad we're gonna be brave and everyone look and know we're brave. The bestest brave friends ever!
[She starts swaying her arms back and forth, lightly tugging Elicia's arms along with her movements. It's not everyday someone calls her their bestest friend.]
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[Because best friends are good at distracting with friendship.
She appreciates having it.]
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[The bestest brave friends ever have to brave together. If she had thought of that rhyme then she probably would have tried to adopt it as some sort of motto.]
We can play whatever you want!
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[She smiles a little; as long as she has someone close to her, she doesn't care what she does. She just doesn't wanna be alone.]
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[She goes to pick up her bag of drawing supplies and paper. Drawing is pretty fun and all, but if Elicia has anything else she would rather do then Yotsuba would happily go along with it.]
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