First Person (entry type): [The laptop drops and Mi Ho accidentally activates the speech to text program as she picks it up. It appears as Hangul.] Ah! No, no, no. Dae Woong will be angry again if -- it’s writing. How is it writing? You don’t have a brush. Human things are so odd.
Stop writing now, book. Dae Woong won’t like me writing so much on his parchment. If he has to buy more we won’t have money for meat! I wanted cow tonight too. [There’s a few nonsensical characters as she leans in close to sniff the laptop.] I don’t even smell ink. Books must have changed too. Aish*! No, book, what are you doing now? Stop. Stop. Please stop. You can’t …duck? Show me a cow instead. Hey, book, show me a cow. I want cow. Fine, Dae Woong can bring me cow and you can keep your ducks.
Third Person: The trouble with trying to be human was that it required you to act like a human. Mi Ho couldn’t show how strong she was, she couldn’t run as fast as she was able. It was especially frustrating when Dae Woong refused to let her use abilities that came naturally to her so she would seem more human and then specifically tell her she wasn’t human. Mi Ho didn’t know what to think of that contradiction.
Dae Woong also rarely left her alone, which was why she was waiting as patiently as she was able outside his university. He’d said only people were allowed inside, so she’d sighed and made her way to the bench outside.
The campus was full of scholars with their packs that they carried books in. She wasn’t sure what the books were about because Dae Woong only let her see the one and it was written in a language she didn’t understand, but one day she would get to read them. Humans read books, and she was determined to be human. Mi Ho already had a name, and a friend, so she felt she was on her way.
“Mi Ho!” Her head popped up. Dae Woong was still a ways off, but her hearing was better than most people’s. She jumped to her feet, happily trotting over to him. He never looked too happy to see her, but that was just because she kept threatening to eat his liver.
“Dae Woong!” Mi Ho grabbed his hand, which he promptly yanked away. One day, he wouldn’t do that either. When she became a human, he would hold her hand and they would be real friends. Until then, she just had to keep him close. Mi Ho pouted for a moment then quickly recovered. “Can we go eat now?”
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[The laptop drops and Mi Ho accidentally activates the speech to text program as she picks it up. It appears as Hangul.] Ah! No, no, no. Dae Woong will be angry again if -- it’s writing. How is it writing? You don’t have a brush. Human things are so odd.
Stop writing now, book. Dae Woong won’t like me writing so much on his parchment. If he has to buy more we won’t have money for meat! I wanted cow tonight too. [There’s a few nonsensical characters as she leans in close to sniff the laptop.] I don’t even smell ink. Books must have changed too. Aish*! No, book, what are you doing now? Stop. Stop. Please stop. You can’t …duck? Show me a cow instead. Hey, book, show me a cow. I want cow. Fine, Dae Woong can bring me cow and you can keep your ducks.
Third Person:
The trouble with trying to be human was that it required you to act like a human. Mi Ho couldn’t show how strong she was, she couldn’t run as fast as she was able. It was especially frustrating when Dae Woong refused to let her use abilities that came naturally to her so she would seem more human and then specifically tell her she wasn’t human. Mi Ho didn’t know what to think of that contradiction.
Dae Woong also rarely left her alone, which was why she was waiting as patiently as she was able outside his university. He’d said only people were allowed inside, so she’d sighed and made her way to the bench outside.
The campus was full of scholars with their packs that they carried books in. She wasn’t sure what the books were about because Dae Woong only let her see the one and it was written in a language she didn’t understand, but one day she would get to read them. Humans read books, and she was determined to be human. Mi Ho already had a name, and a friend, so she felt she was on her way.
“Mi Ho!” Her head popped up. Dae Woong was still a ways off, but her hearing was better than most people’s. She jumped to her feet, happily trotting over to him. He never looked too happy to see her, but that was just because she kept threatening to eat his liver.
“Dae Woong!” Mi Ho grabbed his hand, which he promptly yanked away. One day, he wouldn’t do that either. When she became a human, he would hold her hand and they would be real friends. Until then, she just had to keep him close. Mi Ho pouted for a moment then quickly recovered. “Can we go eat now?”