[The problem with being reduced to around age six, Huo concluded, was not that it made one's legs so much shorter so that getting to the candy store took twice as long as it should have. No; the problem was that it really did not agree with one's emotional filtering, even if one was normally very good with that kind of thing.
Consequently, it was a rather harried and confused little boy who entered the candy shop that noon, and promptly stopped when he realized that he wasn't tall enough to reach the top of the counter.]
[The little bell on the door signalled the arrival of someone new into the store. Daitou glanced over from the shelf he'd been straightening with a bright smile. A child - an unfamiliar one, too, which was surprising. There didn't seem to be many children in the Sphere. ]
Small as it now was, Huo's mind was still very quick, especially to take advantage of unexpected boons. Assuming a perfectly innocent expression, he stared up at Daitou with wide eyes aglow with fascination.]
[Daitou blinked. How did he...? Right, the journals. Though he should have noticed another child's handwriting on there... Strange. Maybe he didn't write much.]
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