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EMI: "You worry too mu— Come in! The door's unlocked."

NARRATOR: "So it is. I open the door and step in, which is about where my thought process comes to a grinding halt. Emi is sitting up in bed, her hair tousled from a day spent asleep. I think this is the first time I've seen her without those familiar beads in her hair. Her gym shirt and bloomers, obviously hastily pulled on before I came in, are creased and folded from less than proper storage. Her legs lay bare on the sheets."

NARRATOR: "So it is. I open the door and step in, which is about where my thought process comes to a grinding halt."

[[File:~~Emi in her room.png|Center~~|700px]]

[[File:emi_sleepy_face|700px]]

NARRATOR: "I've ~~never~~ seen ~~Emi~~ without ~~prosthetics before. Yet here she is, slender legs terminating~~ in ~~stumps just below~~ her ~~knees~~. ~~But as odd as the sight is~~, I ~~find myself more captivated by everything north of the waist. It seems that Emi had finished her conversation with whoever was on the phone with her~~, and ~~is now watching my reaction closely out of her one open eye as she wipes sleep~~ from ~~the other~~."

NARRATOR: "Emi is sitting up in bed, her hair tousled from a day spent asleep. I think this is the first time I've seen her without those familiar beads in her hair. Her gym shirt and bloomers, obviously hastily pulled on before I came in, are creased and folded from less than proper storage."

NARRATOR: "Her expression, far from being embarrassed, is rather one of a surprisingly wide yawn. One perhaps appropriate from such a small mouth. A grin that for a brief moment seems almost flirtatious tugs at the corner of her mouth as she takes the sight of me in. I can do nothing but remain in a state fluctuating between fear, confusion, and not a little bit of lust. Emi hastily sweeps her hair out of her eyes, fixing it back into place before addressing me."

[[File:emi_sleepy_legs.jpg|700px]]

NARRATOR: "Her legs lay bare on the sheets. I've never seen Emi without prosthetics before. Yet here she is, slender legs terminating in stumps just below her knees. But as odd as the sight is, I find myself more captivated by everything north of the waist."

[[File:emi_sleepy.jpg|700px]]

NARRATOR: "It seems that Emi had finished her conversation with whoever was on the phone with her, and is now watching my reaction closely out of her one open eye as she wipes sleep from the other. Her expression, far from being embarrassed, is rather one of a surprisingly wide yawn. One perhaps appropriate from such a small mouth. A grin that for a brief moment seems almost flirtatious tugs at the corner of her mouth as she takes the sight of me in. I can do nothing but remain in a state fluctuating between fear, confusion, and not a little bit of lust. Emi hastily sweeps her hair out of her eyes, fixing it back into place before addressing me."

EMI: "You seem a bit caught off guard, Hisao."

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EMI: "Eep!"

NARRATOR: "And once the charge was accomplished, well, of course I'd have to wrestle the pillows away from her. And with that kind of struggle, of course we'd wind up in this sort of position.

[[File:emi_bed_legs.jpg|700px]]

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HISAO: "Kind of uneventful, you know? I went ahead and ran by myself, and talked with the nurse about how you were doing..."

~~[[File:~~Emi asleep.~~png|Center|700px]]~~

NARRATOR: "I meander through the day's events, none of which are particularly engrossing. That's when I'm distracted by an arm finding its way across my waist. It seems that Emi fell asleep while I was talking so I draw her blanket to cover us. She's rolled over on to her side, and now one leg is thrown over my legs, effectively trapping me."

~~NARRATOR~~: "I meander through the day's events, none of which are particularly engrossing. That's when I'm distracted by an arm finding its way across my waist. It seems that Emi fell asleep while I was talking so I draw her blanket to cover us. She's rolled over on to her side, and now one leg is thrown over my legs, effectively trapping me."

[[File:emi_asleep_unsure|700px]]

HISAO: "Hey."

NARRATOR: "It seems a shame to wake her, but I have things to do. I gently shake her, but in response she only tightens her arm's grip on me and sighs a little. My resistance to this position crumbles rather quickly. The feeling of her body breathing steadily is both calming and incredibly stimulating at the same time. My breathing cannot decide if it wants to relax or speed up. Relaxation wins, and I find myself putting an arm around Emi."

[[File:emi_sleep_normal.jpg|700px]]

HISAO: "I think I'm in love."

NARRATOR: "The words slip out and hang in the air unnoticed. ~~At least I hope they've gone unnoticed~~."

NARRATOR: "The words slip out and hang in the air unnoticed."

[[File:emi_sleep_weep.jpg|700px]]

~~[[File:~~Emi having a ~~nightmare~~.~~png|Center|700px]]~~

NARRATOR: "At least I hope they've gone unnoticed. Emi whimpers weakly through her dream, and her grip suddenly tightens again. For the first time since I've known her, I see tears running down Emi's face. It feels like my heart is about to break. I instinctively tighten my own grip and stroke her hair in what I hope is a soothing manner. Words of comfort, meaningless in this situation, spring to mind. Maybe I should wake her. Are you supposed to wake people having nightmares? I can't for the life of me remember. The decision is taken from me as Emi suddenly jerks awake with a cry."

~~NARRATOR~~: "Emi whimpers weakly through her dream, and her grip suddenly tightens again. For the first time since I've known her, I see tears running down Emi's face. It feels like my heart is about to break. I instinctively tighten my own grip and stroke her hair in what I hope is a soothing manner. Words of comfort, meaningless in this situation, spring to mind. ~~Maybe I should wake her. Are you supposed to wake people having nightmares? I can't for the life of me remember. The decision is taken from me as Emi suddenly jerks awake with a cry."~~

[[File:emi_sleep_cry.jpg|700px]]

EMI: "Dad!"

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 EMI: "You worry too mu— Come in! The door's unlocked."
-NARRATOR: "So it is. I open the door and step in, which is about where my thought process comes to a grinding halt. Emi is sitting up in bed, her hair tousled from a day spent asleep. I think this is the first time I've seen her without those familiar beads in her hair. Her gym shirt and bloomers, obviously hastily pulled on before I came in, are creased and folded from less than proper storage. Her legs lay bare on the sheets."
+NARRATOR: "So it is. I open the door and step in, which is about where my thought process comes to a grinding halt."
-<p style="text-align: center;">[[File:Emi in her room.png|Center|700px]]</p>
+<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:emi_sleepy_face|700px]]</p>
-NARRATOR: "I've never seen Emi without prosthetics before. Yet here she is, slender legs terminating in stumps just below her knees. But as odd as the sight is, I find myself more captivated by everything north of the waist. It seems that Emi had finished her conversation with whoever was on the phone with her, and is now watching my reaction closely out of her one open eye as she wipes sleep from the other."
+NARRATOR: "Emi is sitting up in bed, her hair tousled from a day spent asleep. I think this is the first time I've seen her without those familiar beads in her hair. Her gym shirt and bloomers, obviously hastily pulled on before I came in, are creased and folded from less than proper storage."
-NARRATOR: "Her expression, far from being embarrassed, is rather one of a surprisingly wide yawn. One perhaps appropriate from such a small mouth. A grin that for a brief moment seems almost flirtatious tugs at the corner of her mouth as she takes the sight of me in. I can do nothing but remain in a state fluctuating between fear, confusion, and not a little bit of lust. Emi hastily sweeps her hair out of her eyes, fixing it back into place before addressing me."
+<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:emi_sleepy_legs.jpg|700px]]</p>
+NARRATOR: "Her legs lay bare on the sheets. I've never seen Emi without prosthetics before. Yet here she is, slender legs terminating in stumps just below her knees. But as odd as the sight is, I find myself more captivated by everything north of the waist."
+<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:emi_sleepy.jpg|700px]]</p>
+NARRATOR: "It seems that Emi had finished her conversation with whoever was on the phone with her, and is now watching my reaction closely out of her one open eye as she wipes sleep from the other. Her expression, far from being embarrassed, is rather one of a surprisingly wide yawn. One perhaps appropriate from such a small mouth. A grin that for a brief moment seems almost flirtatious tugs at the corner of her mouth as she takes the sight of me in. I can do nothing but remain in a state fluctuating between fear, confusion, and not a little bit of lust. Emi hastily sweeps her hair out of her eyes, fixing it back into place before addressing me."
 EMI: "You seem a bit caught off guard, Hisao."
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 EMI: "Eep!"
 NARRATOR: "And once the charge was accomplished, well, of course I'd have to wrestle the pillows away from her. And with that kind of struggle, of course we'd wind up in this sort of position.
 <p style="text-align:center;">[[File:emi_bed_legs.jpg|700px]]</p>
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 HISAO: "Kind of uneventful, you know? I went ahead and ran by myself, and talked with the nurse about how you were doing..."
-<p style="text-align: center;">[[File:Emi asleep.png|Center|700px]]</p>
+NARRATOR: "I meander through the day's events, none of which are particularly engrossing. That's when I'm distracted by an arm finding its way across my waist. It seems that Emi fell asleep while I was talking so I draw her blanket to cover us. She's rolled over on to her side, and now one leg is thrown over my legs, effectively trapping me."
-NARRATOR: "I meander through the day's events, none of which are particularly engrossing. That's when I'm distracted by an arm finding its way across my waist. It seems that Emi fell asleep while I was talking so I draw her blanket to cover us. She's rolled over on to her side, and now one leg is thrown over my legs, effectively trapping me."
+<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:emi_asleep_unsure|700px]]</p>
 HISAO: "Hey."
 NARRATOR: "It seems a shame to wake her, but I have things to do. I gently shake her, but in response she only tightens her arm's grip on me and sighs a little. My resistance to this position crumbles rather quickly. The feeling of her body breathing steadily is both calming and incredibly stimulating at the same time. My breathing cannot decide if it wants to relax or speed up. Relaxation wins, and I find myself putting an arm around Emi."
+<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:emi_sleep_normal.jpg|700px]]</p>
 HISAO: "I think I'm in love."
-NARRATOR: "The words slip out and hang in the air unnoticed. At least I hope they've gone unnoticed."
+NARRATOR: "The words slip out and hang in the air unnoticed."
+<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:emi_sleep_weep.jpg|700px]]</p>
-<p style="text-align: center;">[[File:Emi having a nightmare.png|Center|700px]]</p>
+NARRATOR: "At least I hope they've gone unnoticed. Emi whimpers weakly through her dream, and her grip suddenly tightens again. For the first time since I've known her, I see tears running down Emi's face. It feels like my heart is about to break. I instinctively tighten my own grip and stroke her hair in what I hope is a soothing manner. Words of comfort, meaningless in this situation, spring to mind. Maybe I should wake her. Are you supposed to wake people having nightmares? I can't for the life of me remember. The decision is taken from me as Emi suddenly jerks awake with a cry."
-NARRATOR: "Emi whimpers weakly through her dream, and her grip suddenly tightens again. For the first time since I've known her, I see tears running down Emi's face. It feels like my heart is about to break. I instinctively tighten my own grip and stroke her hair in what I hope is a soothing manner. Words of comfort, meaningless in this situation, spring to mind. Maybe I should wake her. Are you supposed to wake people having nightmares? I can't for the life of me remember. The decision is taken from me as Emi suddenly jerks awake with a cry."
+<p style="text-align:center;">[[File:emi_sleep_cry.jpg|700px]]</p>
 EMI: "Dad!"