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Series: Suguri Genre: Slice of life/Comedy Length: 3855 words B/D: I wanted to do something longer, and explore more characters, and explore more about the characters I'm getting to know already. I lifted the title from a Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid episode.

Series: 100% Orange Juice Genre: Slice of Life Length: 1646 words BD: I am obsessed with breakfast. You have no  idea.

Series: 100% Orange Juice Length: 1234 words Genre: Comedy BD: This was not where I expected this to go.

Title: Free Lunch Words: 1705 Series: 100% Orange Juice Genre: Comedy BD: I wrote this mainly as a lark and decided to post it as a valentine's day special, although it's very much a joke of one.

There were times in Suguri's life when speed was a necessity. Bullets, for example, did not have a tendency to hang around while you leisurely sauntered out of the way; An impending crisis did not allow you the time to drink your last sip of tea and nibble a granola bar before you set out.

It was a Monday, although Mondays had ceased to mean anything for either of them. Living so long threw time into a strange relief. There was the past, which stretched out so far that it could only be comprehended a little at a time; the future, potentially limitless; and the present, vivid and delightful in the moment. There was no place for Mondays in a timeline like that.

Two figures wander under the shade of evergreen trees, streaks of silver and gold cast in silhouette by the slowly rising sun. The forest is awakening gradually as the light of the dawn brushes across its face; around them there is the shuffle of the beasts and the birds falling into the rhythm of the day.

She soars through pillowed clouds, a blue sky stretching out before her. A soldier older than any other, she counts only the birds as her brothers in arms; she has outlived the war that created her, but not the peace that she made from it. She touches down before a cottage with a thatched roof, where an old friend waits. She is singing a song as old as either of them, a melody from their youth. The song ends and Sham smiles, arms open to greet her; and at last Sora knows that she has finished the long march home.