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Kana had figured she’d recognize Wakako’s mother when it finally came up, and she was right. Tanegashima Sanae was indeed who she’d been thinking of, and though she’d never seen the Warship Hero personally, the stories were plenty. She wasn’t just some local talent, she was the real deal, someone people admired from Tomakomai all the way down to Kagoshima. 

Suddenly the resemblances were uncanny, albeit Kana didn’t have much to go on but a few pictures she’d only seen years ago. Still, now when she thought about the child of the famous Tanegashima, it seemed so obvious. Then, to snuff out even the finest traces of doubt, Wakako presented irrefutable proof: the cannon. Kana had seen plenty of quirks before, and it was hard to define, or at least adhere, to any idea of what a “normal” body was in a world where so many people—revered people—were decidedly [i]ab[/i]normal. She wondered then whether it was rude of her to stare at the giant, metal artillery cannon extended out of her roommate’s stomach, but she was excited by the idea of getting to see it in action. Not [i]now[/i] of course. Wakako was right, a demonstration here would have been…problematic, in the kindest word.

Still, she had questions. Did it hurt? Was it heavy? Did she just…carry cannonballs around with her? It would have made sense, given all the muscle. She tried to think to what she knew about Sanae, but the details were fuzzy, and perhaps Wakako had her own methods anyway. Just because she was Sanae’s daughter didn’t mean she had to do everything the same way. 

[color=crimson][i]Or maybe you just can’t understand why someone would want to be like their mom.[/i][/color]

[color=00746b]"So yeah, uh...how about you?"[/color]

[color=crimson]“Oh…uhm…”[/color] Kana could feel the blood in her cheeks. She’d been paying perfect attention that time, she was just…slow. [color=crimson]“I’m from G-goshogawara, in Aomori. It's not...super far from here. I mean, I was born there, but I lived i-in Kagoshima. That's farther, and there's lots of…boats. My, uh…uhm…”[/color]

Kana’s jaw twitched, she bit her lip to keep it shut. Her tongue didn’t seem to know how to make the right words, and her throat was being stingy with the air. It was like her body was protesting the [i]idea[/i] that she might…what, be honest with someone? No. She was right to be careful. 

[color=crimson][i]You’re not being careful, you’re being a coward. And worse, you’re being very, very rude to Wakako.[/i][/color]

[color=crimson]“I’m sorry…”[/color] she said, finally managing to force her mouth open. [color=crimson]“Could w-we go inside first? It’s very…ah…people-y, out here.”[/color]
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