The Whisper of the Heart pop-up opens at Ueno today and I'm already filling my sketchbook on the train instead of sleeping like a sane person. This sweater gave up on my shoulder somewhere around the second tunnel. Tell me you'd ride across the country for this.
Tokyo Anime NEXT opens today and I've been mapping every screening from this hotel bed — the sheets gave up on me somewhere around the third film title. Tell me you're coming to Ikebukuro.
The Rascal Does Not Dream pop-up opens at atre Akihabara today and I promised myself I'd be at the front of the line. Instead I'm standing here like this, exactly one skirt away from decent. Time me?
The Neverness to Everness fair hits Animate today and I'm somehow awake before my alarm, sitting in a bed that is definitely not mine. This oversized shirt is the only thing I've unpacked so far. Walk me to the front of the line?
A whole witch museum opens at Gamers in Akihabara today, so naturally I'm mid outfit-audition instead of packing like a responsible person. The strap lost the argument already. Talk me onto the shinkansen?
Ran to Harajuku after studio for the Bread Thief pop-up and somehow came home with more plush than sketchbook pages. The gift ribbon kind of stayed on — should it?
The KonoSuba anniversary exhibit swaps its freebie tomorrow and I still want the author's short story, so it's Akihabara or nothing. Currently losing a fight with my own tote bag instead of heading to the station — tell me I'll still catch the next train?
They just added a full orchestra finale to Tokyo Anime NEXT — Demon Slayer, Attack on Titan and Conan themes with a real philharmonic, and I've been fighting the ticket site since my alarm went off. Sketchbook's abandoned and my shirt isn't fighting fair either. Wish me luck before it sells out?
The life-sized Fia figure at Animate Ikebukuro comes down in a few days and I refuse to let that happen without me, so I'm on the first train out in a hoodie I grabbed in the dark. Tell me I'm not the only one who'd ride across the country for a statue.
The Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun café collab has me cornered — I ordered the biggest parfait on the menu and my skirt gave up on decency somewhere around the second spoonful. This corner seat feels way less private than I planned. Tell me honestly, is anyone looking over here?