Monthly Archives: January 2014

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thepilotflieson:

“My exploits? Oh my- you make me sound so much more interesting than I am, Mister Hakuba. I’m just a delivery girl— Emily Engebretsen, delivery girl, that is. Pleased to meet you, Saguru.” well, just may be a strong statement, considering. But it wasn’t inaccurate, and half truths would do well with new acquaintances. (The other half could come later).

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"Regardless! Family in the flight lifestyle is certainly something I can respect- my father’s becoming a pilot was somewhat what inspired my pursuing it, after all- and in some respect it means you’ve had a better look into life in the sky than many.

Are you interested in piloting your own craft sometime? If you are, even a little, I’m always in the interest of giving hopefuls a better taste of the clouds. Just sayin’.”

"Ah, a pleasure to meet you, Miss Engebretsen. Ye-yes, I do think that learning how to fly an aircraft of some kind would be a useful skill. I’m very interested in learning all that I can about most anything, but this, in particular, is something that I’ve wondered about for quite some time…”

Hakuba chuckled to himself, ignoring that he felt some anxiety about the entire subject. It didn’t make sense at all; he’d been in planes many times before, but something about the small crafts set him on edge. 

“A taste of the clouds, though? Do you mean that you take others up with you? I’m curious as to the type of cargo that you fly, now… Am I permitted to ask?”

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Hamster Journal – 1

Life as a hamster has thus far been oddly pleasant. Being as small as I am, there are many things that I have not been able to take care of – casework, drinking, school, that sort of thing – which has been a good forced break from my normal life. Though I do miss being able to do things for myself. 

Tasks as simple as sneaking into the dining hall for a quick bite before my father gets home have become nearly impossible. It takes a good part of the afternoon just to sneak through the hallways and into the kitchen, and then I’m thwarted by polished chrome at every turn! 

Baaya has yet to notice me, I think, though I wonder if she’s worried that I’ve been missing?

Then again, Camie-chan has been kind of enough to take care of me for the most part, so perhaps Baaya assumes that I’m in one of my ‘don’t interrupt me’ moods, which tend to last a few days…

All the same, it will be a relief to be returned to my normal self again soon… I hope. These things never last very long, do they? I suppose I should at least be thankful that my clients all but disappear, for the most part, at the end of the year…