Manga is read and two girls dish about niche characters; also, giggles and pancakes
POV: It’s a sleepover and your parents are in the bedroom watching a show for the first time in months because you “kicked them out” of the living room so you could talk trash about fictional characters with your anime-loving friend. NBD.
Listen, reader—we’re just going to enjoy this while it lasts.
I don’t know how long this specific balance of independence, responsibility, and loving devotion will last, but I will take every bit of it that I can get.
We missed the snowstorm but the burritos were good; Daddy busts out the big paper
I couldn’t figure out how to mention the mp3 player until this back-to-NY edition. It has been her constant companion. We are all in on early morning flights home now (got back at dinner time last night, as you can see.) Just in time for our country’s latest entry in imperialist kidnappings. I am trying. It is trying, I guess, but I am holding on tight to every moment of the last two weeks to keep me on track.
Kina patiently studies every original spread in the exhibition alongside other adult nerds
Despite asking me every twelve seconds “how many more galleries are there?” she sat with every hand-inked spread from some eight legendary manga artists to appreciate their work. Then she spent ten bucks on gashopon.