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['sup, Luceti. Hope you're not the curious type of person, because if you are the filter on this is so thin you could sneeze and break it. Someone is singing, this early afternoon, singing a lullaby softly and into their journal. The feed will cut off before the crying starts.]

Little child, be not afraid...

[Later in the afternoon, there is an unfamiliar woman with a familiar set of blue-toned wings and waterskin at the south-most bridge. There's only so much hiding in one's room that can be done when the memories are thick and the silence is very, very loud.]

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[ It's been one of those stranger days in Luceti; just when Chouji had more or less resigned himself to up to another week of hopping around the apartment being barbecue-flavored, he gained a good six feet or so of height and a very familiar face (plus he managed to pull the doorknob off on his way out, which was really fantastic).

At least he's done all right not thinking of what was happening the last time he saw his dad. Katara's not looking like exactly herself, but her mother's face is similar to her own; with that and the wing color for pings, he'll risk stopping on the bridge to join her, offering a faint smile. ]

[When someone tall and vaguely familiar stops to smile at her, Katara glances up and meets his gaze. Well, she did come out because the silence was too much, after all.]

Hello.

Hi. [ We have to stop meeting like this, no? Don't worry, he's all about the silence-filling. ] It's a good day to get out for fresh air.

Weird, but good.

[...there is no one else this optimistic in all of Luceti.]

It's Chouji, right?

[ You know it's a good thing. He chuckles, an act carrying a lot more low rumbling than it does on the average day. Definitely not something he's used to hearing anymore. ]

I'm that obvious, huh?

[A shrug and a small smile.]

Well, there are certain similarities.

Aa, that's usually how it is. [ Akimichis are of a certain build and hairstyle. ] You looked pretty familiar, too.

You think so? [That... makes her happy and sad at the same time. But mostly just happy.

A hand goes up to her necklace.]

It's my mother.

You look a lot like her. [ Not too surprising, really. Most of the people he knows look incredibly similar to their parents ~~almost as though some higher power was too lazy to individualize them a bit more~~. ]

[She smiles at him, her hand still on her necklace, a faint light of sadness in her eyes.] Thank you.

[And then she brightens.] Is that your dad?

[ It's a noticeable little bit of sadness, but not one that Chouji can make any specific guesses about. There are plenty of reasons to get sad thinking about a person, especially in Luceti. And he's not one to step on toes getting answers. So he just scratches the back of his head and grins again. ]

Yeah; Akimichi Chouza. [ Pride, can you feel it. ] I guess it's kind of a parent day today.

[She can, and she smiles in response.]

I guess that's a pretty big step up from a bag of chips.

Definitely. I really missed having hands. [ Aheh. ]

Even if I'm not all that great at getting used to having his. I broke our door this morning and everything.

[Her brows draw together in curiosity and concern.]

Really? Why, what happened?

[Go on and brag about awesome your dad is, Chouji. You know you want to.]

I sort of pulled the doorknob out when I left. [ ...sort of. By which he means completely. His bad. >3> ]

Dad's been training much longer than I have, and harder. So he's always been a lot stronger than me. [ Which is cause for the tiniest of falterings in his generally pleasant demeanor today; maybe if he'd trained a little more often, his dad wouldn't have nearly gotten killed saving his bacon. But Chouji's not the dwelling type, either. No harm in the long run and he'll make sure he does better next time. That's all he can do, right? ] Aa, I guess I underestimated him a bit. Too used to being myself or a bag of chips.

Oh. [Well - there's not much she can say to that.

...tiny grin.] That's pretty great, actually. Now you've got a measure for how far you can go.

[ Positive spirits, that's the key. ] Yeah.

And by the time I get there, I won't have to worry about getting stronger doorknobs.

Always a plus.

[And to distract from this getting immediately awkward...]

How's Shikamaru holding up?

[ Awkward to amused: it happens. Well. The amusement that comes with ~fond memories~ and all. ]

Pretty well. You know, he always used to talk about wanting to be like a cloud.

He turned into a cloud?

[Eyes like this man. O_O LIKE THIS.]

[ OKAY SO THAT MAKES HIM LAUGH. ]

Yeah. I wouldn't worry too much about it; he's a smart guy, so he knows better than to get too high off the ground while it lasts. [ Don't fall to your death, Shika. That's all we ask. ]

I'll have to keep an opened eye out for any low-flying clouds.

[Although she'll play nice and not bend him. Probably.]

Yeah, that might be a good idea.

[ ...bend the cloud, Katara. It would be LOL-tastic. ]

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