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Park Jae-Jun

"Are you going to eat that? Can I have it?"

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a character in “Your Wish is My Command || Remake”, as played by pieluver

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Park Jae-Jun
If I kiss you where it's sore
Will You feel better, better, better
Will You feel anything at all
Better- Regina Spektor

Main Color ○ #397D02
Secondary Color ○ #49E9BD

Face Claim || Kazuto Kirigaya: SAO

Role || Genie #2




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N A M E
Park Jae-Jun, just call him J though

A G E
16

G E N D E R
Male

S E X U A L I T Y
Heterosexual

N A T I O N A L I T Y
Korean-Japanese



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H A I R C O L O R
Black

E Y E C O L O R
Dark Green

H E I G H T
5'5

W E I G H T
121 lb

A P P E A R A N C E
Though he's a bit on the short side, J looks to be taller than he is because he's very thin and lanky. Honestly, he just looks very delicate. Despite his thinness, he has a rounded, boyish face, which makes him look a few years younger than he actually is. He has wide, astute eyes that are a deep forest green, but they sparkle in the light, probably from mischief. His face is highly expressive, with eyebrows that never tell a lie and a small, perpetually pouting mouth. Perhaps he'd appear innocent, if it were not for the calculating look simmering in his eyes. Even so, he's almost always grinning, cheerful and mischievous. Also, J's hair is impossibly messy, the raven-dark locks are always scruffed up one way or another, falling in his face and about his head carelessly. Physically, while J is not terribly strong, he is highly flexible, and can slink around like a cat. He likes to show off. He likes to stretch, and he can twist his body in some strange ways because he is double jointed.



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L I K E S
● Food || J is a bit of a glutton. Okay, a bit is an understatement. He loves to eat, and he's not above mooching off of others.
● Napping || J is a bit on the lazy side. He likes to lay about and enjoy the sunshine and have a little nap now and again.
● Playing Tricks || J loves to be mischievous. He isn't particularly malicious, he doesn't ever intend to hurt anyone, but he does like to hide things or mess things up a little and watch everyone get confused.
● Exploring || While he may be lazy, he still has a bit of a restless spirit, and when he's not dreaming he likes to explore.
● Games || J likes all kinds of games. Even if it is something he doesn't like to do, just call it a game and he'll be more than willing to hop to it.


D I S L I K E S
● Being Told What to Do || J is rebellious, to put it simply. He doesn't like listening to others. If told enough times to do something, he'll eventually do it, but he won't be happy about it, that's for sure, and he'll probably mess things up just a little bit on purpose.
● Boredom || J will complain endlessly about being bored, and will become even more mischievous because of it.
● Boring People || When people become angry about his tricks, or when they order him around all the time, he deems them 'boring' and decides he does not like them.
● The Cold || J is a snuggle bug. He likes to be warm. He hates the cold to the point where he'll even refuse ice cream if he thinks it'll make him feel chilly.
● People Crying || Okay, maybe it's more that crying people make him nervous. He'd do anything in his power to stop someone from crying, especially if it was his fault.




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Q U I R K S
● Laughter || J will laugh even when there is nothing funny to laugh about. He just likes laughing and making other people laugh. Laughter is the best medicine, after all.
● Floating || J likes to float more than the average bear. It's like he can't stand to have his feet touch the ground. He's usually pretty careful about doing it when its safe to, but sometimes he forgets himself.
● Cuddling || J is very touch-oriented. If he's not touching your shoulder, he wants to hold your hand or he's wedged himself under your arm, or resting his face against your back. Gender doesn't matter, J just likes to cuddle with everyone.
● Heart on His Sleeve || J's face broadcasts exactly what he's thinking. He doesn't mind though, he doesn't have any secrets. Unless, of course, he's trying to play a trick. That makes things difficult.
● As A Matter of Fact || J has a bad habit of saying things that are only conjectures like they are facts, which tends to mislead people.


F E A R S
● Loneliness || J doesn't want to be alone. Ever. Which is why he's so clingy. Even if it just means being in the same space as someone, he needs to be near people, or he starts to freak himself out and become highly anxious.
● Being Yelled At || While he's okay getting into over his head and playing pranks until he gets into trouble, he's very afraid of being yelled at. It's probably one of the only things that can truly destroy his good mood.
● Dogs || Okay, it's more of a minor fear, but dogs make J nervous. He's fine being in a room with a dog, but god forbid that dog come close to him. He refuses to pet dogs, even puppies, and regards them warily.
● Arachnophobia || Spiders are terrifying. End of story.
● Storms || Lightning and thunder make uneasy. Almost uneasy enough to hide under the bed.






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{x Mischievous | Lighthearted | Silly | Affectionate | Playful x}

J is a bouncy boy. He's very friendly and personable, and he gets attached to people easily. He loves to be the center of attention, and becomes pouty when he's ignored. He's a bit of a performer, he loves making others laugh, and it doesn't take much to get him wound up. he likes jest and banter, and is surprisingly witty when it comes to comebacks, even though he isn't spectacularly intelligent. He's also a bit of a trickster, and likes to be just a little bit of a nuisance. Despite that, he never lets a moment go by without expressing to his friends how much he likes them. Sharing things, for him, is the ultimate form of friendship. He's highly affectionate, and will hang off almost anyone, as long as he likes them. He's also loyal to a fault, because he doesn't like to be by himself, he tends to cling to people that he likes, which is a double edged sword. On one hand, it means that he will do anything for someone he cares about, but he isn't very good at noticing bodily cues, and doesn't realize when his constant presence has moved from endearing to annoying.

While very friendly, J isn't extraordinarily chatty. He doesn't need to be talking all the time, sometimes it's enough for him to be in the same room as someone. Usually if nothing interesting is happening, he can always take a nap. He can drop off to sleep almost anywhere at will. Nonetheless, his handsiness can be a little overwhelming, because he has little concept of personal space. And he can be a little bit of a thief. He steals food often, and can thieve other objects for short amounts of time, and won't give them back until he's confronted (And usually then he's overcome by laughter as he returns said item). He's also very lazy, and will complain about any work he has to do, regardless of the difficulty of the task. Despite his complaints, he'd do anything for someone he cares about. For J, things aren't about debts of being even. Which goes both ways. He won't hold something he's done for someone else against them, but if he steals their food and they try to use that as leverage he'll just dismiss it.

J is also curious to a fault. He's forever sticking his nose where it doesn't belong and asking questions. Because he's highly observant, he is a wellspring of information. He has a bit of a wandering mind, and when something is unknown his brain usually takes it to absurd, sometimes silly extents. He also have a habit of speaking things that are only conjectures as facts. He can't help it. He can has a really good authoritative voice.



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F A M I L Y
Park Da-Hyun || 45 || Father || Alive
Park Mina || 40 || Mother || Alive
Park Soon-Ja || 16 || Twin Sister || Alive


H I S T O R Y
J comes from a fairly rich family who lives in South Korea. Both of his parents were prestigious medical doctors, but somehow they still managed to have time for their two children . He was a fairly average youngster, perhaps a bit holed up because his mother was very controlling of him and his sister, but for the most part he was happy. He went to school, got average grades (Unlike Soon-Ja, who was deemed a genius from a young age) and made friends. His parents tended to favor his sister, but that was okay because J was popular at school because he was so friendly and funny. At his age, he was starting to worry about what the future would hold for him, he didn't have any special talents to speak of.

Much to his bad luck, while his family was on a month long vacation in Yokokawa, a cute, small island that was good for a quiet retreat from the wildness of metropolitan life, he ran into some trouble. His parents recovered his comatose body, and it's still alive on life support. J doesn't know any of this, however. If he did it would probably freak him out seriously.

And now, well, here he is. If anything, becoming what he is now, free of parental restrictions or worries for the future, he's become more buoyant and lazy. This 'new' J is still exploring himself, the person he is, not the person his parents wanted him to be, and his emotional state is still not solid, a side effect of the worries he'd had in his previous existence.


So begins...

Park Jae-Jun's Story

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4am - Wednesday, July 29th, 2015 - Yokokawa, Japan

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Yokokawa was asleep. The island, full of hustle and bustle during the day, now had grown quiet. It was at this hour that most could hear the ocean waves smacking against the shore over anything else in the city, the whole world seeming to be in some sort of peaceful state. Takeshita Toshikuni would have been able to hear these waves as well, were he not wearing his headphones. Any reasonable person would have been asleep at this hour, but Take had gotten absorbed in a drawing he'd been working on and had completely lost track of time. As he didn't want his dad to know that he was still awake, though he doubted the man would really care, he worked under the light of his newly purchased lava lamp, the rest of his room dark. He felt a bit weird about having it, as he was sure it would qualify as a nightlight, and felt that owning a nightlight would be a bit emasculating. However, it was convenient for situations such as this one. He would, at least admit that.

Absorbed in his work, Take had almost not noticed the fact that the lava lamp was slowly growing brighter and brighter until it was almost blinding. "Eh?" he grumbled as he looked over at the lamp. What the heck was this? "I guess I bought a stupid, defective lamp," he thought, bitterly. That would have explained why it had been priced so cheaply. Frustrated by the fact that it was already broken, though he'd only owned it for a matter of hours, he reached to unplug it. But doing so didn't change a thing. His brow furrowed, staring at the lamp which just continued to glow, and glow, and glow, until....

CRASH! The lamp exploded shards of glass and colorful gunk flying all over Takeshita's desk. He leapt out of the way, falling onto his bedroom floor with a thump, and stared bewildered at the scene in front of him. A figure had appeared across from him, seated in the remains of his lamp. It was a girl, one he'd never seen before. She had bright green eyes, and her long blonde hair was pulled back into two identical ponytails. He, at that point, began to wonder whether or not he had fallen asleep while working. It would make much more sense to him if this was all just a dream.

"Er... who are you?" he asked, blinking. He nearly questioned her about how she got in his house at well, but decided not to press the matter too much so early on. This had to be some sort of misunderstanding. So, after he allowed her a moment to speak, he stood up and dusted himself off. "I think you're lost or something," he said as he walked over to his drawing. It now seemed to be covered in the remains of his lava lamp, so he crumpled it up and tossed it in the trash bin. Once done with that, he turned his attention back to the strange girl. Could she have come out of the lamp? He toyed with the idea for a minute before deciding that it was nonsense. That wasn't possible. There had to be a better explanation...

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There was nothing unusual about that summer night itself. The cicadas were chirruping their chorus as the wind softly whistled through the trees. The clouds occasionally covered the moon, making the world darker for a moment, before they moved on and moonlight once again bathed the earth. The light erratically spilled into Chisa's bedroom, illuminating her face for a moment then disappearing, hindered by the leaves of a tree outside her bedroom window on the second floor. As usual, Chisa was unresponsive to these flashes of pale light, sleeping the sound sleep of one who has no idea her whole world is about to change. Her mouth hung slightly open, her breathing coming in soft, steady sighs. She wore soft, flannel, purple pajamas with small red flowers on them, though they were mostly covered by the sheets. Her bed was in the corner across from the wide window, and next to it was a small nightstand on which stood a green and blue lava lamp. It was a recent acquisition, but seemed to suit the room. For much of the night, it stayed as it was: a normal lamp.

However, early in the morning, as the moon was just about to set and the night was darkening, the scene suddenly changed. A small crack appeared on the surface of the lamp, accompanied by a tiny ping. Chisa's eyes fluttered open slightly, though she had only half woken. The blue and green of the lamp caught her half-opened eyes for a moment as she watched the slowly shifting blobs. Her eyes were just beginning to flutter closed again, when suddenly the small crack grew, branching out jaggedly in several directions with a much more urgent CRACK. Chisa was immediately startled out of her half-awake state and sat straight up, her eyes fixed on the new, unwanted features in the lamp. She rubbed her eyes groggily and squinted into the light, trying to discern if the cracks had just been her imagination. She leaned forward slightly, squinting to make out the jagged fissures. Suddenly, the lamp let out one final, loud crack, making Chisa scramble back on her bed. Just then, the lamp shattered, fragmenting into dozens of irregular pieces. Chisa gave a small shriek, covering her face with her arm. However, none of the shards came her way. Instead, when she opened her eyes, a completely unexpected sight awaited her...
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It was sort of like being born, emerging from the lamp as it shattered to pieces. Actually, it was better than that. A rush of adrenaline flowed through his body as he clenched his fists and waited for the glass to stop flying. Then, J's eyes flicked open as he hovered a few centimeters off the ground, excited to see his new master for the first time. It was dim in the room, and for a few moments all he could see were dark fuzzy shapes. Then the wind shifted, and dappled moonlight streamed through the window, pooling on her face and on the bedspread around her. J grinned, his white smile beaming from his face in the dimly lit room. His messy hair was stirring from an unseen breeze, and he stretched languidly, as if he'd been cooped up in that bottle for far too long. (Which wasn't true, but that didn't mean J wouldn't play it up.) He was wearing the same clothes he had been when he was kidnapped, a baggy red t-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants, looking like he'd just woken up.

"Sorry about the mess. the boy said, lifting his feet up and looking down at the shards of glass and the blue and green stain that were smattered beneath him. "I might need to work on my entrance a little." He laughed, a little sheepish. He was completely new to this! He hoped with all his might that this girl would like him. And that she was fun. If she wasn't, he didn't know what he'd do. J took a deep breath and forced out his introduction. "Hi there, human! My name is J, and I'm your new resident Genie! he said without looking at the girl. If he did, he might get distracted and forget what he was supposed to say. "I'm here to grant you three wishes because you bought my bottle. Er...lava lamp." Then he grinned, his floating body tilting to one side a little bit, drifting aimlessly through the air. "I will require a place to stay, at least three meals a day, plus deserts, and in exchange I can grant you three wishes, within reason. You can't wish for more wishes or world domination or anything fun like that." J made a face, then finally lifted his head to look at his new master as he asked, " So, what's your name?".

For some reason, though, she was no longer on her bed. Where had she gone?
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At first, Chisa was somewhat blinded by the bright light that accompanied the shattering of the lamp. She rubbed her eyes, trying to clear her vision. Just as suddenly, the light disappeared, leaving odd after images etched into Chisa's vision. She began hearing a happy, young sounding voice just as her vision cleared. For a moment, she took in the shaggy hair, bright smile, and floating form of a random boy she had never met before. Startled, Chisa began scrambling backward. Unfortunately for her, she did not have very far to scramble and ended up toppling over the foot board in her panic. She gave another small shriek at the unexpected drop and awkwardly crumpled onto the floor. She managed to hear his introduction from her rather uncomfortable position. A Genie?!? she thought. She squirmed around until she could untangle herself from the sheets that had fallen with her and moved into a squatting position, cautiously peeking over the bed as though trying to shield herself in case the stranger attacked. He was talking about three wishes, but could that really be true? Do Genies actually exist in real life? It did not seem possible, yet here was this stranger, hovering above her floor after having apparently popped out of her lava lamp. Three meals a day, huh? She thought, musing on that simple fact. It was like having a pet or a house guest or something. And of course there were limits to the whole wishes thing; otherwise it would end up as total chaos! J, or so he called himself, suddenly looked up and Chisa ducked her head back behind her bed, suddenly feeling timid. He had asked her name, and she worked on getting the courage to peek up at him again.

Finally, after just a moment, she chanced a peek over the foot board once again, looking at the confused expression on his face. It was so open and vulnerable seeming that some of her shyness melted away. Some, but not all. She did, however, give him a small smile as she said, " My name's Hamasaki Chisa. Y-you can call me Chisa if you want...." The phrase almost sounded like a question, as though she was asking his approval. Immediately after she gave this short introduction, she ducked most of her head behind the bed again, though she still peered curiously at the floating figure. She softly asked, "How did you get in here?" She glanced over at the window and immediately realized it was closed. The only explanation she could think of was that he had actually come from the lamp, but it seemed so absurd to think of this normal-sized boy crammed into such a small object.
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Oh, there she was. J's eyes flicked to the auburn haired girl as her head poked up from the far side of the bed. What was she doing down there? She studied him for a moment, so he studied the part of her face that he could see right back. He could see her wide eyes glimmering at him, so he smiled back at her. She was quite pretty, with a round face and an a certain innocence to her. She seemed nice already. J felt like he was about to explode with excitement. This would be the time of his life! She offered a small smile, which made his grin widen even further, and she introduced herself. Hamasaki Chisa. Chisa-chan. Aw, she sounded so timid. She hid her face again, and he folded his legs under him, floating halfway between the floor and the ceiling, as if he was sitting the the middle of the air. How did he get here? "I came from the lava lamp! I'm a Genie, that's what we do!" he said proudly.

He observed her for a few seconds more, he wasn't sure how else to prove that he was indeed a Genie, since he was already floating, but he wouldn't be opposed to showing off a little. groooooowl... his stomach suddenly complained. J made another face, unfolding his legs and settling back on the floor, careful to avoid the wet spot where the lamp had shattered. " Chisa-chan?' He said problingly. He'd have to be nice if he wanted food. "Would you be opposed to letting me have one of those three meals right now?" He asked with a careful timidity (his stomach was still growing insistently), trying not to be too demanding of his obviously timid new master. When it came to food, J was a master diplomat. Maybe she'd have some sweets. Some chocolate. Or maybe a sandwich. Or anything really, as long as he could eat it.

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Chisa took in J's floating with keen interest, her mouth dropping slightly open in wonder. As far as proof that he was a Genie, that in itself was pretty conclusive. She was tempted to make sure that there were no wires or anything, as absurd as that would be, but could not force herself to move out of hiding yet. He responded to her question and Chisa gave a thoughtful nod. So it was that odd lamp. She immediately thought of the weird old man who sold it to her and wondered if he had known. Her gaze flicked over the the shattered remains of the lamp and she gave a small sigh at the mess.

The growl of J's stomach interrupted her thoughts and she directed her attention back to the genie. Her mouth opened in surprise at the very human noise emanating from the genie. He called her 'Chisa-chan' and the familiarity of the title made her blush and smile slightly. However, his next words made her almost gasp in alarm. She could not just allow a guest to go hungry! All her working life, she had been dedicated to making sure people were not hungry at the diner, so she surely would not let J go without food now! His stomach was still grumbling as she jumped up, a new, almost fiery determination in her gaze. All timidity faded away as she said, "Of course! I am sure we can figure something out." With that, her sudden confidence faded somewhat. "I suppose I still just need to make sure my mom's not awake..." She put a finger to her lips and quietly opened the door. When she peeked out at her mother's door, it was still shut and the light was off. She peered around took in the mostly dark hall. Satisfied, she turned back into the the room and suddenly grabbed J's hand. "Come on. Let's find something, but we need to be quiet." Without giving him any further chance to respond, Chisa pulled him out the door and down the stairs, just slow enough that they could be quiet. For Chisa, hunger was nothing to be laughed at. They entered the small kitchen, and she turned on the small lights under the cabinets. "Would a sandwich be okay?" she asked, already digging around in the fridge and pulling out ingredients.
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She seemed amazed by him. Her awe made him feel good, it was pleasant to be marveled over. and her blushing was adorable. To say that he enjoyed the attention would be an understatement. But her sudden jumping up after he asked about the food startled him enough that he teleported a few centimeters away, nearer to the door. But she didn't attack him. she just seemed really excited about the prospect of food. Oh, he really landed with a great master. Her original excitement faded a little bit when she mentioned her mother. Ah, so she didn't live alone. He wondered for a few moments how old she was. Did it matter. He didn't even know how old he was, so it was an irrelevant point, he supposed. But he did have enough sense to know that they didn't want to wake her mother up. He had to admit, he'd be upset to if he found a strange boy in his daughter's room. Regardless of how charming and overall wonderful said boy was. She crossed the room, and J couldn't help but notice how the red flowers on her PJs complemented her hair. He let his feet leave the ground so he could peer over her head down the dim hall. He had no idea what he was looking at, since the house was entirely unfamiliar to him, but he couldn't wait to learn its layout. If it was up to him, he'd be staying here as long as he possibly could.

She grabbed his hand after deciding the coast was clear, and J let himself float behind her like a strange balloon. Being pulled along, he didn't have to worry about where he was going, so he took in what he could see of his surroundings. This was so exciting! If they weren't supposed to be quiet, he could have yelled aloud with his joy over being in this new place, making a new friend, and his overall jubilation over being out of the lamp. But as it was, he kept his feet off the floor so he wouldn't make a sound, and let Chisa creep along in front of him. They went down some stairs, where J had to curl his legs up to his chest so his toes wouldn't hit the steps, and then they made it to the kitchen.

Home sweet home. It was a bit on the small size, but J knew that it wasn't the size of the kitchen that was important, it was the quality of the food created in said kitchen. The dark haired boy let his feet touch the floor again, and danced from foot to foot softly in anticipation as the room was illuminated. Would a sandwich be okay? Would a sandwich be okay? When wouldn't a sandwich be okay? " That'd be awesome." he said, trying to keep his voice down, but not doing a very good job at it. He couldn't help it. He was out of his lamp, he was going to get some food, his new master seemed nice and sweet and she was pretty cute too, life seemed to be looking up. J covered his face in his hands to smother the grin on his face as he watched Chisa work.
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Chisa pulled out the assorted ingredients for the sandwich then hesitated a moment before deciding to make one for herself as well. She began putting her mother's special spread on a couple slices of bread. She tried to think of a good question to ask, but nothing particularly interesting came to mind. Finally, without taking her gaze from her task, she stammered, "S-so, what's it like being a... a genie?" She gave him a small smile as she started slicing the cheese. "How long have you, you know, been one? Or were you always.... How old are you?" she said, suddenly blushing. "Sorry if I am too nosy! You don't have to answer... if you don't want to...." She quickly finished the sandwich as he answered and thrust it toward him, neatly wrapped in a paper towel. She grabbed her own and took a small bite before asking if his sandwich was alright.

Suddenly, she heard a sound she had been desperately hoping not to hear. Her mother was moving around upstairs! Her alarmed expression probably said it all. She quietly exclaimed, "You have to hide!" Her eyes were wide with nervousness. Who knows how her mother would react to a strange boy in their home! She looked around, noting one large cabinet that was usually mostly empty. She pulled J to his feet and opened the cabinet as her mother called out, "Chisa, hon? Are you up?"

Chisa frantically helped J stuff into the cabinet, managing to close it just as her mom started clomping down the stairs. Chisa rushed around the island in the middle of their kitchen and grabbed her sandwich, quickly stuffing a large bite into her mouth. She realized her mistake too late and began chewing frantically to break down the way too large bite. Her mother came in to see her daughter with giant chipmunk cheeks full of sandwich. "Chisa!" she exclaimed, "why are you up snacking so early? You should be in bed. Finish your sandwich and get upstairs. I have a bit of work to do and can't have you tripping around distracting me." She gave Chisa a small smile and looked expectantly at the half-eaten sandwich. Chisa gulped down her bite and softly said, "Sorry, I got woken up and couldn't really... go back to bed." She took another, smaller bite of her sandwich and glanced nervously at the cabinet in which J hid. Luckily, her mother didn't notice. All too soon, she finished her sandwich and could think of no other reason to stay down there. Her mother shooed her once more and Chisa hesitantly departed up the stairs, hazarding one final glance at the cabinet. Hopefully J would be okay in there.... It would be a while until her mother headed out to work, and she usually did not go back to bed after she had gotten up. Returning to her room, Chisa sat on the end of her bed, wondering what to do.
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J watched his new master work with the intentness of a cat, if he had a tail it would be flicking back and forth in lazy anticipation. He tipped his head to one side as she asked a question, considering what exactly it was like. He wasn't sure. She continued with a few more stammered questions, and he chewed on his lip, thinking hard. Of course, she backpedaled after a few seconds, her face turning scarlet again and an apology burbling from her lips. J smiled, "You don't have to apologize!' He said, trying to reassure her. Mostly because her apologies made him uncomfortable. He didn't want her to be upset, or think that he was judging her or anything. "Being a Genie is pretty cool, but I don't remember ever being anything else, so i guess I can't compare it to anything. I like floating though. It's pretty fun." He twisted his mouth up as he thought about how to answer the rest of her questions. "I'm not really sure about who I was before this though. I feel like I was somebody, but I don't remember anything except that my name is J. That's okay though, I'm here now with you, Chisa-chan and that's what matters!" He mugged a big grin and accepted the sandwich from her. He took a big bite and couldn't help but grin and he chewed it. "This is amazing!" he said, his voice tinged with excitement again.

Before he had a chance to take another bite Chisa appeared to hear something from the stairs. J let his master move him around passively as she panicked, not quite sure what was going on. She pushed him into a cabinet, where he curled up, clutching his sandwich to his chest. It was a few moments later when he heard other voices outside his dark little hiding spot. He nibbled on his sandwich as he listened to Chisa interact with her mother. And then Chisa left. Wait, she left? J felt a momentary panic, wondering how long he'd be stuck in the cabinet, wondering if Chisa's mother would discover him. But this sandwich was really good. He wasn't sure of exactly what was in it, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. It didn't take him long to finish quietly stuffing his face.

...now what?

J yawned. Well, it was pretty dark in here. And he had to stay still and quiet, so why not have a nice nap. He let his eyes slide shut, his hands relaxing on his chest and his nose brushing the back of the cabinet as his chin fell to his shoulder. Sleep was swift to claim him, as per usual. J could sleep anywhere as long as he wasn't moving. And what better way to break in his new home then take a nap in a cabinet. He had a feeling that it wouldn't be the oddest thing he did during his stay here. So the small, thin boy, crammed in a space a little smaller than he was, nodded off, unaware of his master's worry or the sounds of her mother moving around. He just hoped he wouldn't start snoring.