sidespirit:

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the second she catches a moment to breathe and wipe the sweat from her brow – a new problem presents itself in the form of a nonspirit - nonhuman - nonadult. like a firefly the kid bounces around bright, demanding one thing.  ❝ ham ?well, with their own hoard of pigs, they always have ham aplenty, but … is that really the issue here? is she a special guest, or had she wandered in from nowhere? either way, she smells like fish ( though looks like a chicken ) and YOUTH, she must have parents around here somewhere. until then, rin supposes she could humor her, if not for the sake of also snagging some well-deserved ham for herself. ❝ all right, come with me, ❞ rin holds out her hand with a small smile of amusement; not like you see a cute kid like this every day. 

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                she is T H R I L L E D at her success, and she leaps as soon as rin concedes to her enthusiastic request.  with hesitation, the little fish latches onto the spirit’s outstretched hand with both of her own, strange orange fingers circling rin’s.  ponyo’s extremities are oddly smooth, almost slippery, despite being entirely dry.  within moments of grabbing onto rin’s hand, however, her own begins to feel fleshier, softer – even a little pudgy.  the very instant she catches sight of food, an increasingly HUMAN little girl breaks away from her guide, making a mad dash for the very first tray she lays eyes on.

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                                             “ ——— H A A A M !! “

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