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    Rumi is in exposure therapy for her severe social anxiety. She's completed a number of exposures aimed at getting her more comfortable in social situations. Next up? Ask someone out.

    Easier said than done.

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    “Delivery! Can you sign here?”

    Silky smooth, braided purple hair. Cute little mailcap. Glistening scars peer out from the corners of her sleeves, escaping from view when her cuffs fall right back over when she moves.

    “Could you sign our marriage papers?” Zoey and Mira blurt out in unison.

    “What?” Rumi pauses.

    “Huh?” Zoey stares at Rumi unblinkingly.

    “Ignore her,” Mira waves Zoey off with a small flick of her wrist, gathering her dignity. She offers a hand to shake. “I’m Mira, and this is my wife, Zoey.” Mira clears her throat and circles back to Rumi’s question.

    “Sure. Do you have a pen?”

    Rumi tucks the parcel and the letters under her arm and takes Mira’s hand, shaking it gently.

    “I do!” Rumi smiles, and both of them audibly think, "Fuck," as she reaches into her inner breast pocket for a pen. “I’m Rumi. I’ll be in charge of the mail for your street from now on.”

    Mira takes her pen. Zoey has not blinked once.

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    A story about regular people trying to live normal lives. Starting with a mailman and two eccentric women barging into her life.

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    23 Jun 2026

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    A fun read, but I think having to explicitly say that something isn’t important means you somewhat failed.

    Telling us all that X Y and Z isn’t important when you specifically make the effort to bring up aspects of the previously mentioned plot points is silly.

    Yes, understanding rumi’s home situation isn’t the point of the fic, but it’s by far the most compelling draw when the thing you are writing is a character piece.

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    Mira snorts—she knows they're just joking. "So, what game is this?" She gestures to the board in front of her.

    "Ah-" Rumi puts the wrinkled manual on the table and slides it to Mira. "It's Monopoly…?"

    Mira frowns while analyzing the setup. "So this is Monopoly…"

    Rumi arches an eyebrow. "You never really played it before?"

    "Not really, no. I've heard of it before, though."

    "Monopoly's like—one of the biggest board games ever. A classic," Zoey comments. "You never played with your family before?"

    Mira takes the metallic token in the shape of a race car to see it from up close. "Not really. My parents travel a lot, so quality time is pretty rare."

    "Oh." Rumi lets scape, as both she and Zoey look at her, wide-eyed.

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    Zoey and Rumi are players, because they play board games. Mira is a player, because she plays with people's feelings.
    Nobody here has a dictionary.

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    23 Jun 2026

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    It’s an interesting interview question – one of the more original ones they’ve had recently.

    Was there anything she wanted to be before she wanted to be an idol- a hunter?

    Loved.

    Some treacherous part of her brain supplies.

    In which Rumi learns to love and be loved.

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    23 Jun 2026

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    "Is this your first time purchasing?" the woman asks, and Imogen kind of feels like someone's kicked her in the stomach when the woman looks away from her to the shiny foil packs on their hangers and seems to actually focus on that.

    "Yeah," Imogen says and if she uses the distraction to stare at the even lovelier side profile of this woman's face then whatever.

    The woman turns to her rather abruptly, seems to stare at Imogen with a penetrating kind of gaze that makes Imogen feel a little off kilter. "You look like you'd enjoy psychic Pokémon," she says with absolutely no explanation or a break in eye contact.

    Imogen is—weirdly—very into it.

    Or, imogen, laudna and their relationship with Pokémon through the years

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    23 Jun 2026