Meme:

Send ✝ to learn of a time written in an old leather journal; either a wish or a sad memory.

   Wishful Memory

Dear Self,

   Hey, you know I've been thinking a lot. I'm pretty good with Monsters. I'm also pretty good with just ... regular animals too! They seem to really like me. Maybe, when all of this stuff is done with the confusion and we can FINALLY chase Lloyd down, I can open up a shop for pets! Where people can come and give them a place to stay for a few nights, checked up and see if they're sick and all of that?

   I mean, I'm nowhere NEAR as good with animals as I am with monsters, but I'm still pretty good I think. That'd be nice ... yeah-- real nice.

The book was sitting on the other’s chair. How it got there or even who put it was up for speculation, but Emil was lounging casually over in the corner, head lazing about. Tipping, bobbing gently before falling. His soft mumble of something into his scarf and the boy curled up in a little ball, falling asleep as the other was reading.

Maybe … you could look a few more pages through.

Meme:

Send ✝ to learn of a time written in an old leather journal; either a wish or a sad memory.

   Sad Memory

Dear Self,

   Ever since I learned about Ratatosk, I’ve been keeping these journal entries carefully assigned to myself. I guess I should explain though, huh? You see, Ratatosk created me. My personality, my memories, everything. So, I’m hoping by keeping this journal of everything I’ve experienced, a little piece of what I’ve done, the friends I’ve made, and the people I care for will always stay with me. Even if they are fake … Because for all I know, Ratatosk is making them up right now.

   Uh-oh. Marta’s looking this way! Gotta go, before she asks if somethings wrong. She can usually te —

The rest of the page is blurred out. Ink spots clogging together in what looks like a tear stain touched the journal’s main wrinkled pages. The memory, though perhaps not ‘sad’ certainly seemed to have a bad impact upon the summon spirit for the companion to read.

Perhaps it would be best to slip it back underneath his pillow before he wakes up.

The motion certainly caught Emil off guard as he wobbled lightly on his feet. Her weight pushing him backwards just enough before he righted himself. Hands coming up to touch her arms before trailing to her back and pulling her into a hug.

Don’t let her see.

It was a simple thing. Marta wasn’t allowed to see how sad he could be around her. He did like her, a lot, a lot a lot, but … When it came to love, well, Emil would say he felt something similar to it and wanted a chance to let it grow.

Ratatosk however disagreed entirely. There were snapped words demanding he not do anything, how it was impossible for someone -anyone- to feel a certain way towards a person like him. It hurt his chest and made him wish …

   ”M-Marta!”

His smile seemed bright enough to light a room, even as he put his mask on to make her feel much, much more welcome.

   ”I haven’t s-seen you in a while, how’ve you been?”