Happy Life
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Having considered all possible container options and discarded utterly ridiculous designs with inscriptions like: "Happy New Year! 969 o.o.m.", "Happy Defender of the Fatherland Day," "Happy Birthday, my dear Lesha," Zhricomika paused for a moment, considering using a box with the inscription "to the best man," but had to abandon that idea as well.
Finally, having found a suitable, neutral-looking box, she lined its interior with food-grade paper and arranged the baked checkerboard squares in an intricate pattern, which was difficult to describe in words but looked pleasing and simultaneously secured the contents inside so that they wouldn't rattle around until the first piece was taken out.
Deciding not to wrap it in anything, as it looked nicer that way and closed tightly, Ayano wrapped it with a ribbon, looked at it critically for a while, and realized that it looked a bit plain. Then she "borrowed" a miniature sprig of eucalyptus cinerea, which grew in a pot on the windowsill in the adjacent room, wrote a wish for happiness in Japanese on a strip of extremely expensive paper, the same kind she used for her omamori, and arranged it all into a single composition.
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- Well... it's not bad. Not a masterpiece, of course, but..." - critically assessing the result of her work, she shrugged, failing to finish the sentence.
Added 29 minutes later
Having considered all possible container options and discarded utterly ridiculous designs with inscriptions like: "Happy New Year! 969 o.o.m.", "Happy Defender of the Fatherland Day," "Happy Birthday, my dear Lesha," Zhricomika paused for a moment, considering using a box with the inscription "to the best man," but had to abandon that idea as well.
Finally, having found a suitable, neutral-looking box, she lined its interior with food-grade paper and arranged the baked checkerboard squares in an intricate pattern, which was difficult to describe in words but looked pleasing and simultaneously secured the contents inside so that they wouldn't rattle around until the first piece was taken out.
Deciding not to wrap it in anything, as it looked nicer that way and closed tightly, Ayano wrapped it with a ribbon, looked at it critically for a while, and realized that it looked a bit plain. Then she "borrowed" a miniature sprig of eucalyptus cinerea, which grew in a pot on the windowsill in the adjacent room, wrote a wish for happiness in Japanese on a strip of extremely expensive paper, the same kind she used for her omamori, and arranged it all into a single composition.
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- ...
- ...
- Well... it's not bad. Not a masterpiece, of course, but..." - critically assessing the result of her work, she shrugged, failing to finish the sentence.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
