One day earlier...
A wrinkled oldster was tossing and turned in his bed. He jumped up, gasping for breath.
[I heard screams resonating with my soul ... Brother? Oh, holy saints, did a space-time defect transfer you to this world?!]
Tiny birds landed on it and formed a black jacket, white pants. A Three-eyed and six-winged Parrot landed on oldster's shoulder.
The oldster woke up a friend sleeping in another room.
"Kennedy, I feel my brother, prepare the guys! Bring the four contract masters immediately."
"It will be done, "Bingo"! A-a-a-amm-ma-a-a-a". the friend in nightcap yawned.
A minute later, the oldster was in a circular room, in the center of which various animals and plants were united in one column.
"Another reincarnator?"
"It's been a long time since there was such a commotion."
"Brother of our "Bingo" got into the world of contracts? So, after all, our reincarnation magnet works! We'll have to have a nice welcome party for Han, guys."
"The party's coming up, Cleo. Let's get my brother out first." The old man clutched at his heart. [Holy saints, my brother has never screamed like that! We must save him as soon as possible!]
This day...
Han had almost finished painting the picture. A door appeared in the wall, and Moyi quietly came out. Mangaka was so engrossed in his work that he did not notice the girl with a purple bow.
Moyi took a couple of steps. Han heard them.
"Moyi?"
[No, they seem to use the particle "that"in questions].
"Moyi to?"
The girl shuddered, her eyes filled with some kind of lingering feeling.
"Kipa, ku pekumta karen to? Kipa to?"
But Han didn't understand these questions, he hardly got acquainted with this language: no grammar, no vocabulary, only individual words.
The girl nervously adjusted the purple bow. She went over to look at the canvas.
Moyi stared at the huge tree sinking below the horizon. Branches pierced the sky. A certain figure was falling rapidly. The valleys beneath it were covered with fields and cities.
"Shtormeh ... Heh... Bihgo ku laitsuh parikh karen to, Kipa?.. "
Moyi opened her mouth slightly, but said nothing more.
The embarrassed girl cleared her throat, held up a small white fist. [What?.. Strange...]
Mangaka lightly tapped his fist on Moyi's tiny fist. She laughed and changed her fist to a palm. Mangaka repeated it.
But the corners of Moyi's mouth turned down slightly. The girl curled Han's hand back into a fist and put her palm out again. Han blushed. [What a gentle hand... and cold, very cold. Why is it so cold coming from them?
And, most importantly, what is she trying to achieve with these actions?]
Mangaka lightly knocked on the palm of his hand. The girl's eyes were filled with a lively sparkle. She stuck out three fingers.
Han thought about it.
Moyi made the mangaka stick out three fingers: index, middle and ring. Then the girls crossed their fingers with Han's.
"Ledug to, Kipak-sha?"
The girl held up her fist. Han and Moyi bumped their fists, then fist on palm and crossed their fingers.
"Shtormech! Ha-ha-ha."
The girl took a live pillow lying in the corner and gave it to Han.
"Lux-anix".
Han stroked the living pillow. The bizarre beast vibrated pleasantly again.
[God, this is still great! Ha-ha-ha!]
"Kipa..." The
girl put another animal-a pillow on the floor and sat down. The animal under her began to vibrate…
[Eh?! Which… Here is the same ... my confidence that the previous owner of "my" body was a close friend of this girl. God, I can't look at her face!]
Han turned away, red-faced.
Moyi coughed nervously, touching her hot cheeks, she hurried to get up from the pillow.
[Stop? Is she surprised?.. Did I understand correctly? This girl just sat down on a vibrating pillow, and only after a few seconds realized that she was experiencing" not quite appropriate " emotions. Or are these appropriate emotions? I don't understand! I don't understand anything, monsters!!!]
Han rubbed his temples. [I... I ... it's hard for me to follow the logic of the locals. The red lady sometimes wants to torture me, then shows excessive "affection", saves Ki Bai.
I am a mangaka, my vocation is to create characters, get into their thoughts, prescribe interesting interactions through actions…
But, even if you drown me in a vat of acid, I can hardly understand the inhabitants of the local world… I'm tired… I wanted to relax and just draw a picture, but fatigue remained... No matter how hard I tried, I can't relieve the damn stress.]
"Kipa is that? "
" I'm not Kipa, your lover is probably dead, ignoramus! And you don't even know that..." Han said this hotly right in the face of the smiling girl.
Moyi recoiled. Han turned pale.
[God, did she really understand the meaning of my words... or was my intonation just rude. In any case, I did a terrible thing].
"I'm sorry, Moyi..."
The girl sighed, stroking the mangaka's head. "Kipa, onigohamu!" Moyi took Han's hand. They both left the room through a corridor formed directly in the wall.