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Hitomi rode around on Kimiko’s back while she answered the phone. Hitomi inquisitively glanced at the phone, prodding her head a little close to Kimiko’s cheek to glance at the name. “Toku Mom”. 

Mom?

Hitomi felt herself slipping backwards as Kimiko straightened up a little so she nudged herself forward and wrapped her legs around Kimiko’s stomach. Her arms dropping further down Kimiko’s neckline but hanging in front of her like some gangly necklace you’d find at a weird art show. You’d probably find Hitomi there too.

Kimiko nuzzled the phone into Hitomi’s arm to end the call and Hitomi glanced as the call faded away. 

[color=#00c0e6]“Bye mom.”[/color] She said quietly moving herself to allow for an easy transition to the ground. She left behind a small braided strand of hair that she had been fiddeling with while Kimiko was on the call. [color=#00c0e6]“Kimiko,”[/color] Hitomi said, using her commander’s first name. Which she had heard could even get her rejected from active duty. She slid off of her back and walked in front of the group, to face Kimiko head on.  [color=#00c0e6]“I need to get some things from my house, could we stop there?”[/color] She asked, not even to the odd gumshoe who would be driving. But to the co-pilot who would be driving the speakers. 

She seemed off to the group, most certainly, full sentences, eye contact. It was strange for the small girl to be so functional. [color=#00c0e6]“I told my parents that I would come home after work, I'm sure they'd like to see me before I leave again for the rest of the day.”[/color] She said simply to the other girl. She was still holding on to Kimiko’s sleeve, not very tightly just a loose grip. She gazed into Kimiko’s eyes looking for an answer. During these moments of lucidity she felt the prettiest.

But also the least like herself. Like she was a completely different person.

She found her mind drifting to the idea of a persona quite often since Daisuke had mentioned it.

Hitomi took a deep breath and stopped being a small bird. She was Hitomi Fukushima now, a respectable girl with good grades. 

She didn't like being Hitomi Fukushima. Her parents didn't like it either.