I got it when I first went to Spain when I was 8.
Satoru instantly let him go. "You're definatly like your father. I did the same thing to him when he was your age but only he recoiled and muttered 'Don't touch me so easily.'" He smiled. "And so, I know just how to act around you." Rika opened the one eye not under the flannel. "Hello Matsu." She smiled slightly.
Guess what? I found my old Hamtaro t-shirt. Its a little small on me too but I can remember when it was rather big!
"It won't be that bad. The festival's fun and i'm sure you'd have warmed up to this place slightly by then. Afterwards, you can try doing something else." Satoru put an arm around his shoulders. "I ain't asking ya to Haine." Sunohara smiled. Rika's eyes flittered slightly. "Nngh..."
Hai -glomp-
"Well, we gotta festival coming up. Maybe you could help with the decorations?" Satoru smiled. "Matsuda. First thing you learn here is that Rika don't lie. Never does." Sunohara told him.
"Theres gotta be somethin that you liked to do." Satoru replied. "I don't think anyone does." Sunohara smiled. "But to be honest, Rika was really tellin the truth."
"Sunohara is a cocky baastard that thinks too much of himself." Satoru replied. "Look. How about you try to find something that intrests you here? What did you like to do at home?" Sunohara hugged him tighter. "Hey, don't cry..."
"Good. Can you stay quiet now? 'Use your "indoor" voice' as Mom used to say." Satoru smiled. "Lets start from the beginning. What got you so worked up?" Sunohara hugged him back. "That's my Mama, Nagisa. She's like the doctor around here. If you feel sick or hurt yourself, just come here and she'll treat you." Nagisa smiled at Matsuda. "Don't worry about Rika. She'll be fine."
Satoru grinned. "That was actually in a sparring accident. Plus he was pissing me off. But still, calm down and we might get somewhere." Sunohara entered, laying Rika down on one of the futon beds. "And what happened here?" A woman stood over Sunohara, crossing her arms. Sunohara's ears went back. "Rika..... tripped and fell...." "With a burn mark?" "Into the fire pit?" "In the shape of a hand. Sunohara, I know Lawliet did it so stop lying now." The woman sighed, kneeling next to Rika and putting a cold flannel over her burn.
"What to know why your father has a scar reaching from his shoulder to his neck? I put that there when he just WOULDN'T SHUT UP. Satoru glared at him. Sunohara stood up, heading towards one of the tents.
"Lawliet. Do me a favour and SHUT YOUR TRAP FOR 5 MINUTES SO WE CAN SORT THIS SHIIT-STORM OUT!" Satoru yelled at him. Sunohara hugged him back with his free arm. "Rika'll be fine. She's a strong girl. C'mon, lets get her treated."
Sapphira smiled more. "Thank you." Raffaello still watched Lyra. Lyra's face screwed up before she started to cry very loudly. Sapphira blinked, bouncing her. "Whats wrong?"
Sapphira smiled. "At least he's more active then Lyra. All she does is sleep." Lyra had fallen asleep again.
Raffaello giggled, pushing her hand away with his feet. Abee smiled at them both.
"Mommy!" Raffaello smiled. Sapphira watched him in suprise.
"Thats Lyra, Raffaello." Abee told him. Raffaello smiled. "Wywa!" He said. Sapphira's eyes widened in suprise. "He... Talks?! Lyra can't even say her own name yet!" "Thats Raffy. Smart little boy." Abee tickled his tummy.
"Cute." Abee smiled, picking Raffaello up and held him. Raffaello looked around before watching Lyra sleep. Lyra woke slightly, looking around, dazed.
"Hey." Abee looked up to see Sapphira, carrying a little girl. "How's everything?" Sapphira asked, smiling and sitting next to him. "Fine. Raffaello was born okay." Abee smiled, looking at him. "Lyra fell asleep an hour ago." Sapphira looked at her.
Abee nodded. "Okay."
