"Sakurako, Sakurako, I'm scared!"
Yukimura Aoi grasped the cabinet, her voice trembling as she called out.
Taira Sakurako stood on the cabinet, looking down at her terrified face with a blank expression: "I'm not scared, so what are you afraid of?"
"Afraid you'll fall." Yukimura Aoi said.
"You're an adult, you can't be afraid." Taira Sakurako lifted her head and continued scraping the ceiling with a spatula: "Other adults aren't as cowardly as you."
Yukimura Aoi couldn't help but suck her thumb, her hair a mess as she asked confusedly: "What are other adults like?"
"Take my dad for instance. Adults drink, bring back food, scold people, hit people, and act as if they're not afraid of anything." As she chiseled the ceiling, she said nonchalantly, "Adults' fists hurt a lot, and so do their slaps. They even use belts, drying racks, teacups, and stuff as weapons."
"Eh... really... then I don't want to be an adult, adults are so scary." Yukimura Aoi said.
