So, how’s school? |
Normal. |
What do you mean by normal? Not interesting, not boring, just normal? |
Yes... |
How about friends? |
I have friends. |
Do you often play with them? |
Yes, but everyone’s busy with cram school. The only place I go is here... |
Don’t you want to learn something? Calligraphy, or take swimming lesso... ooohhh... |
It’s okay; don’t worry about it. |
I’m sorry... I'm far from a good counselor. |
I’d rather stay at home than go out and do something. |
What do you do at home? |
That’s a secret. |
Aw, that’s mean. You won’t tell me. |
But I’m ashamed. |
Are you doing things you’re ashamed of? |
Maybe... |
Now I want to know! Ah, so be it... But I’d really like to know... |
Do I have to tell you? |
I’d be glad if you did tell me. |
I talk to my stuffed animals. |
Ha, ha, is that it? That’s completely normal. And here I thought... |
Thought what? |
Ha, ha, never mind! I used to have a stuffed animal I loved... |
What kind of stuffed animal? |
A dragon I got at the bank. Weird, huh? |
Why is that weird? |
Well, aren’t girls supposed to play with cute stuffed animals? |
It wasn’t even a stuffed animal... it was a piggy bank dragon. |
But I still treasured it. |
I called it Tacchan and talked to it all the time. |
Me too. I talk to my animals. Is that normal? |
That’s normal! Do I look weird to you? |
No... |
You’re the same as me, Lain, we’re not weird at all! |