Kurumi wasn’t sure what made her decide to break out her old Japanese calligraphy set, but perhaps it was the feeling of loneliness that came with everything that had happened recently. She was beginning to miss home, and it hurt even more knowing that she could no longer call it that. Dipping her brush into the black ink, Kurumi began to let it fly across the paper. Walnut, curious as to what was going on, stuck his nose where it ought not to be and knocked the ink well over and all over his once white paws. “Nice socks, Walnut.”