I suppose it’s silly since I have not remained in contact with the family for a few years, but from the memories I do have, I feel very upset.

In the end, it’s best to take nothing for granted because you never know what’s going to happen tomorrow.

• Memory assignment: Off to the Races
• Message from a lover: Gasoline
• Dedication: Queen

why is this so long jfc

With this amount of emotional blackmail, Mouri Motonari is pretty sure his adviser would have made for a better social scientist than marine biochemist. Pebbles litter the tiny road to the docks, and Mouri twists and turns against the passenger seat each time the trucks bumps up and down. It is just that, he sleepily berates himself, he should have suspected something before (but then, how could a first year graduate student have known to spot the stains of deep corporate funding disguised as shiny new lab equipment, unlimited funding, and even a new collection boat?). Mouri leans his forehead against the glass window, cooled from the early morning chill. Takenaka Hanbei has struck a deal with the devil (or at least, Toyotomi Pharmaceuticals), and Mouri is in too far deep to leave without marks.

Somewhere behind the wheel, his undergraduate hums. Mouri’s eyebrows immediately scrunch. In attempt to ameliorate their relationship (or perhaps to trap him in more debt? Mouri will never know), Takenaka assigned him an undergraduate assistant to help around the boat and data collection. Unfortunately, Chousokabe Motochika has been more of a source than sink for frustration.

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