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Dear Chargedolt,
As usual, I have to remind you, please do NOT eat glue. It would be a pain to get out in the autopsy.
I got a new guitar. I’d send you some demos, but you’re not worthy enough to hear them. Plus, you have some sort of picky vendetta against technology, but that’s a you problem. I don’t want to hear about it.
I got the stupid flowers you were asking for and I sent them. It was raining, they’re wet and now I have a cold. Thank you, you charged idiot.
Ah, your ‘Baking With the Family’ tradition sounds like literal hell. All the chaos, screaming at you, and the disappointment on your face when you realise that your food tastes like absolute shit.
At your very (annoying, mind you) insistence, I did end up going to a stupid cafe with my friend. And I’m being honest. I didn’t like it. Too loud, too many things and too much food tempting me.
You were the one who wanted to be pen pals, so now you have to listen to my rants. Enjoy.
From,
Earphone Jack.
P.S I did spill coffee in the corner. It is not aesthetically weathered paper.
Letters seemed to be their own language and as much as Kyoka found meaning in their existence, the pen pal she had seemed to make that fairytale anything but a reality.
His replies were always regular but his words were stupid and none of them made sense. He would add little drawn on faces at the end of his sentences and tell her unrelatable stories of his high school life. Who on earth rides a lunch tray down a hill for a sip of soda? Kyoka wouldn’t- she was actually smart, she would bring her own money (not counting the times where she would politely ask beg Momo for some extra change).
Chargebolt, or after a horrendous spelling mistake, Chargedolt, had always made her snort with his… unorthodox ways of doing normal tasks.
Dear Earphone Jack,
I don’t understand why you don’t like the idea of eating glue. I want to know what it's like to feel your body all be connected via one piece of material, in this case glue. AND IF anything was to happen, the autopsy would show the cause of death. :D
Is this the purple one you sent me photos of? Because if so, that’s SICK!! I wish I was that talented :’)
Ok, firstly, I don’t hate technology, I just… I don't like using it. It makes everything seem too formal and too proper. I like letters more, they can hold more value, plus you can have a really nice time trying to decipher my writing! Plus, why use small yellow emojis when I can use my own? XD
Thank you for the flower, it did dye the page, but it adds to the ~aesthetics~ The colour would compliment your guitar! Purple and yellow. That means my hair would compliment your guitar! That’s pretty cool, isn’t it? Of course it is! >:P
Baking with my younger sister is not bad, it’s actually rather fun! This year we set fire to the microwave, oven and fridge. Did you want to hear how it happened? Of course you do. We accidentally put a potato wrapped in foil in the microwave and it caught on fire, then we put a paper towel in the oven and our cake was on fire! And my sister thought it would be okay if we put the potato and cake in the fridge to cool it down. It didn’t. The fridge caught fire. Apparently the potato and cake, in the wise words of my six year old sister, “tried to make a baby” and then there were flames in our kitchen. It was EPIC!! >:D
Try going to a cafe alone and write your letters to me. That’s what I do. I find it therapeutic. The lo-fi in the background, and the soft yellow lighting making it look like that totally not weathered paper seem like actual weathered paper. :O
As I have reminded you many times, it’s really nice to hear (read?) from you. Even if you’re complaining. You’re literally the best (and only) pen pal I’ve had and I wouldn’t trade you for ten litres of glue. :P
Many Monkeys,
Chargedolt. UwU ( don’t hate me for that.)
She rolls her eyes and is blown away by how big of a fuck up you’d need to make in the kitchen to set as many things on fire as he did.
Daffodils, huh? The flowers she picked flashes behind her eyes.
She writes him a reply and hopes that it satisfies him.
Dear Chargedolt,
Eating glue is not good for you, idiot! Your body is already connected to one organ and that’s your stupid skin. I’ve mentioned that the autopsy would be more difficult and don’t make anyone else’s lives harder with your dumbassery.
It’s the purple guitar that I’ve been bragging to Momo about for the past 6 months.
I like letters. They can change someone's life. You haven’t changed mine at all, but it’s the sentiment that you’re getting letters from an aspiring musician.
I get the understanding but, again, I don’t care that much.
I will never use a drawn emoji. Trying to figure out what is and isn’t supposed to be there when reading your writing physically hurts me.
Apparently the flower I picked was a daffodil. Momo gave me a lecture on it after explaining why I was sick and that I got you your stupid flower. Apparently they represent survival. I think you need it with the whole technology shit.
You said your hair is as yellow as a daffodil right? Just imagine how stupid you look
It sounds like your parents hate you… Your kitchen would be a fucking mess. What on fucking-earth possessed you to make a potato cake? What the hell you eat, I don’t want to know. But, if your sister had fun that’s all that matters. She seems like she needs fun with you and your stupidity.
After final exams finish, but let’s be honest, if it works for you, something is definitely sus.
It was a fucking coffee stain. I would not waste weathered paper on you if I had the chance.
I would thank you for reading, but I won’t since you were insistent about this whole pen pal situation.
As always, Earphone Jack (AKA the best of the best at sarcasm).
Orientation; the day where she would meet people who would influence her future for the next 4 years. Having gotten into her Music Production & Recording course, Kyoka wasn’t up for any complaints. She was doing what she wanted and as she pleased.
Wanting to sing to the world, tell stories through them and rock the heck out of stadiums, Kyoka stepped into her new normal.
There were already so many people at the gates of their College and Kyoka was wanting nothing more than to sit down. Momo leans into Kyoka’s side and whispers, “This is scary, right?”
“Without a doubt.”
The ceremony, as she expected, had just told them where things were, how they worked and why they worked. They hadn’t said anything to calm their nerves and Kyoka was losing confidence in her dream.
“Can I shake your hand?” A voice from behind them asks, and when they both turn, Kyoka is met with bright blonde hair. She finds it similar to a daffodil, but doesn’t bother to remember why.
“Why do you want to shake our hands?” Kyoka doesn’t have time for this. She needs to follow Momo to her chemistry lab and then Kyoka has to show Momo where to find her.
“Because of a bet. So, please, can I?” Watching as Momo slowly extends her arm and accepts his way too energetic handshake. Her arm wildly flip flops around them. Kyoka hides a smile and extends her arm, too. His hand in hers, he gently shakes it, smiles a dazzling smile that has her stunned and then runs off because he’s trying to win a bet.
“First handshake. How did that feel, Kyoka?” Momo asks on their way to the chem labs.
“Electrifying…” Kyoka mutters. Something about his eyes and smile make her own smile bloom and she feels her ears heat.