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17th Teddy Bear [A Sad Accidental/Action] [forward-dated to tomorrow]
[Gracia's gone.
Elicia didn't expect such an impossible idea again, not after having to experience it a first time when she herself had first arrived without her mother. Despite the news and the tears that followed, she still went to school. Be brave, be strong; mama never cried in front of people. So she won't either. She sits through her classes, blank-faced, attentive. Papa must be hurting really bad right now, too, just like mama did when he left.
So she has to be tough, like him.
School is out, and she sits quietly where she always does for her father, near the doors. Expressionless. She goes through her bag, taking out her journal and tucking it behind backpack, taking her fairytale book, tucking it behind her journal, searching, searching—and at last pulls out her sketchpad to draw while she waits; she really doesn't feel the urge to right now, but she's not sure what else to do. She flips open the front, and sees a picture of all three of them.
...all three.
Elicia hugs the sketchbook close to her, crushing her bag and everything in it. The journal slips down at her side, recording the almost-silence; little, quiet sobs shake the backpack, muffled in it. The blank look twists into a pained one, downcast into her drawing.]
...W-where did you go...? You were here, mama... Papa and I want you to come back...!!
Please come back...
Elicia didn't expect such an impossible idea again, not after having to experience it a first time when she herself had first arrived without her mother. Despite the news and the tears that followed, she still went to school. Be brave, be strong; mama never cried in front of people. So she won't either. She sits through her classes, blank-faced, attentive. Papa must be hurting really bad right now, too, just like mama did when he left.
So she has to be tough, like him.
School is out, and she sits quietly where she always does for her father, near the doors. Expressionless. She goes through her bag, taking out her journal and tucking it behind backpack, taking her fairytale book, tucking it behind her journal, searching, searching—and at last pulls out her sketchpad to draw while she waits; she really doesn't feel the urge to right now, but she's not sure what else to do. She flips open the front, and sees a picture of all three of them.
...all three.
Elicia hugs the sketchbook close to her, crushing her bag and everything in it. The journal slips down at her side, recording the almost-silence; little, quiet sobs shake the backpack, muffled in it. The blank look twists into a pained one, downcast into her drawing.]
...W-where did you go...? You were here, mama... Papa and I want you to come back...!!
Please come back...
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Hey, don't be too sad okay? At least you know she's safe!
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[But at her age, it's just not as easy to say something like that; selfishly, she wants her mother here. She's a strong mama, so she would rather be here and be a family, even if there were scary people or scary things...
She'd want them to stay together. She knows it!]
I just... wanted to see her longer.
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There's not much I can do to help things, but if you want to maybe get ice cream sometime...?
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I like icecream... I'll tell papa, a-and we can all get some! W-what's your favorite, Mr. Coby? I can't choose one...
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I've never had icecream I don't like before... I think they're all really tasty! Have you ever got a banana sundae? Those are really really good!
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[SHARING IS CARING!!]
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And I guess if some people think it's too cold for ice cream we can have warm brownies or something. Do you think Sanji would make some?
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We should ask big bro—he's a really good chef, so I think he really would say yes!
[Also she has the ability to just tell him something and get his approval on it.]
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Well... I guess if I ask reaaaal nicely, he's too nice to say no!
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