It's been four months -- no, five with December nearly being over, and that does not include the days and months and years spent living in Japan while her sister pranced overseas for her education. It'd been a silly thought, stupid and driven with the fear of both memories and nightmares, but Sakura had sometimes worried she'd forget what her own flesh and blood looked like. That maybe Rin would be pulled into Retrospec's vortex and spat back out as some creature with blue hair and three eyes.
The velvet costume is so mundane in comparison that Sakura feels insulted looking at it.]
Nee-san. [Not even spoken loud enough to be heard over the dull roar of the crowd, so that Rin doesn't look in her direction is no surprise. It's still another notch in the calendar, more seconds of her sister apparently being completely okay despite all of Sakura's reservations! Dressed up as a jolly elf, in fact, playing with kids and passing them off to Santa's lap.]
Nee-san. [With a bit more added something now. She'll pin down the emotion once she's crossed the line (to the shock and uncertainty of the parents, all of whom assume she's too old for Santa but still noting with distaste how she squeezes her way to the front, saddling the main line).]
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It's been four months -- no, five with December nearly being over, and that does not include the days and months and years spent living in Japan while her sister pranced overseas for her education. It'd been a silly thought, stupid and driven with the fear of both memories and nightmares, but Sakura had sometimes worried she'd forget what her own flesh and blood looked like. That maybe Rin would be pulled into Retrospec's vortex and spat back out as some creature with blue hair and three eyes.
The velvet costume is so mundane in comparison that Sakura feels insulted looking at it.]
Nee-san. [Not even spoken loud enough to be heard over the dull roar of the crowd, so that Rin doesn't look in her direction is no surprise. It's still another notch in the calendar, more seconds of her sister apparently being completely okay despite all of Sakura's reservations! Dressed up as a jolly elf, in fact, playing with kids and passing them off to Santa's lap.]
Nee-san. [With a bit more added something now. She'll pin down the emotion once she's crossed the line (to the shock and uncertainty of the parents, all of whom assume she's too old for Santa but still noting with distaste how she squeezes her way to the front, saddling the main line).]
N-nee-san!!