[ It's the exceedingly odd night where they're both in. Between the Dome, Assets Management, and shacking up with Frank, Furiosa and Kimiko can sometimes be a bit like ships passing in the night. It's not in her nature, but Furiosa is at least trying to keep Kimiko appraised of her schedule, a paper schedule with her hours appearing on the fridge without comment one day. Slowly and surely, Furiosa started volunteering information in text if she would or wouldn't be back that night.
The threat of the murderer is part of it. Truthfully, Furiosa is more afraid of what else Kimiko might do to her car.
But even with those busy schedules, they've inexplicably found a night in together. Furiosa is eating a very practical fortified breakfast cereal by the handful right out of the box. ]
[Delivered to Kimiko is a small giftbox wrapped impeccably with red handkerchief.
It's a little old-fashioned, but he thinks it looks nice!]
Click to unwrap!
A Tiny Music Box that plays Waltz No. 2!
[It's small enough to fit in her palm comfortably. The wooden material is a bit flimsy, so be careful! It does in fact play a version of Waltz No. 2 by Dmirtri Shostakovich. A small piece of paper inside reads: 'The box isn't very fancy, but the music is. Since you like waltzing music.']
[ Furiosa will not be with Kimiko on Christmas day, but she leaves a gift for her on the counter. The gift is besides the fact that Fury ran a wire from someone else's satellite dish on the roof to their TV to get the premium movie channels. It was icy, and Furiosa almost slipped off the roof in the process, but Kimiko doesn't need to know that.
In the package is silver hair tinsel — Furiosa only vaguely understands the purpose of this from the pictures on the packaging, but even then she's not totally sure. There's also a handful of butterfly hair clips scattered on top of a speak and spell, modified only to have the dictation functions. At the bottom is a sturdy looking VCR and a VHS tape of a musical called Detroit!, which isn't one that they've watched, but is apparently about a bunch of women who committed murder according to the summary on the back. ]
[ The paper bag is nondescript, the box an old candy tin emptied out. Inside is a round gold-foiled "coin," the kind she once gave to him at the end of their first real talk. It's identical, actually, so he must've snagged another from Sophie. This one's chocolate-free. Rather, a hard material's carved to fit inside so the shell holds its shape, the foil glued around it and a hole poked through the top.
It dangles from a silver ball chain—long enough for her to hang it on her rear view mirror, or wherever she feels like.
He hasn't signed his name, but. It's probably not hard to guess. And the box smells faintly of cigar smoke. ]
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The threat of the murderer is part of it. Truthfully, Furiosa is more afraid of what else Kimiko might do to her car.
But even with those busy schedules, they've inexplicably found a night in together. Furiosa is eating a very practical fortified breakfast cereal by the handful right out of the box. ]
Do you want to watch a movie?
[ She never got to finish Jurassic Park!! ]
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me now triple proofreading every tag to you
she's furisoa now
fury sosa
sometime during the night of his and Rumi's 'date' night
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Delivered Anonymously Around Christmas
It's a little old-fashioned, but he thinks it looks nice!]
Click to unwrap!
A Tiny Music Box that plays Waltz No. 2!
[It's small enough to fit in her palm comfortably. The wooden material is a bit flimsy, so be careful! It does in fact play a version of Waltz No. 2 by Dmirtri Shostakovich. A small piece of paper inside reads: 'The box isn't very fancy, but the music is. Since you like waltzing music.']
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In the package is silver hair tinsel — Furiosa only vaguely understands the purpose of this from the pictures on the packaging, but even then she's not totally sure. There's also a handful of butterfly hair clips scattered on top of a speak and spell, modified only to have the dictation functions. At the bottom is a sturdy looking VCR and a VHS tape of a musical called Detroit!, which isn't one that they've watched, but is apparently about a bunch of women who committed murder according to the summary on the back. ]
xmas
It dangles from a silver ball chain—long enough for her to hang it on her rear view mirror, or wherever she feels like.
He hasn't signed his name, but. It's probably not hard to guess. And the box smells faintly of cigar smoke. ]
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