NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at Fedi<p><strong>Rabbit House Obon (ラビットハウスお盆)</strong></p><p><strong><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/IsTheOrderARabbit" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>IsTheOrderARabbit</span></a>? (<a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/GochiUsa" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>GochiUsa</span></a>) <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/FanFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>FanFiction</span></a></strong></p><p><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/MicroPrompt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MicroPrompt</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/MastoPrompt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MastoPrompt</span></a> 8/13</p><p>Takahiro held the amber <strong><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/malt" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>malt</span></a></strong> up to the <strong><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/light" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>light</span></a></strong>, showing his appreciation with a tiny nod, then handed it to Midori.</p><p>Rabbit House was currently quiet, with Aoyama Midori being the only customer. She took a sip and sighed with contentment. “Nice.”</p><p>“Are you visiting anyone for Obon?” he asked, leaning against the bar. With just Midori and himself, he could relax. It was a soft, warm evening, perfect for that.</p><p>“My daughter. It was a swimming accident.”</p><p>“I’m sorry.” He paused. “I didn’t know you had a daughter.”</p><p>“I don’t talk about it. Maybe I’ll write a story about her someday, but right now, cute will do. Chino reminds me of her. Cute, quiet, shy, good kid. I miss her.”</p><p>“Where is she?”</p><p>“Cimetière du Lapin Vert. Tomorrow morning, I’ll buy some flowers, marigolds. She loved them, and they’re bright like her smile.”</p><p>“Would you mind taking Chino? Her mother wanted to see her.”</p><p>She nodded, and Takahiro slid another <strong>malt</strong> whiskey across to her. “On the house.”</p><p><a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/MircoFiction" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>MircoFiction</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/TootFic" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>TootFic</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMPrompts" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMPrompts</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/NMMP" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>NMMP</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/Obon" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>Obon</span></a> <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/%E3%81%94%E6%B3%A8%E6%96%87%E3%81%AF%E3%81%86%E3%81%95%E3%81%8E%E3%81%A7%E3%81%99%E3%81%8B" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>ご注文はうさぎですか</span></a>? <a href="https://sakurajima.moe/tags/%E3%81%94%E3%81%A1%E3%81%86%E3%81%95" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener" target="_blank">#<span>ごちうさ</span></a></p>