#opacho || [open] || opacho bored

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Guess who got some new coloring books and picture books from Yoh-sama for her birthday.

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"'You look tired' well, the torment is relentless and the horrors never cease."

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“Hey!” The tiny tot fumed, chubby cheeks puffed and eyes glaring. “You ruined Opacho’s cards!” She pointed to the fallen stack of cards she’d been in the process of building before the other walked by and knocked them over. “Opacho won’t forgive you,” the young shaman declares, arms crossing beneath her poncho. Now she had to start all over again!

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Hup! Hup!

Left foot, then right foot. Left foot, then right foot! Dangerously Carefully walks back and forth on the thin bar of a railing. Twisting around on the tips of her toes when she reaches the end only to walk right back the way she came. She's got her arms thrust out on either side to help evenly distribute her weight, just like how she saw the people on TV do it!

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Splash!

It's hot and Opacho's got a bucket full of water balloons from Horohoro. No one is safe.

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"Ow! You just stepped on Opacho's foot!"

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Opacho has appeared! What to do?

Brush off

Take picture

Feed them

Kiss cheek

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“…?” Who is Mama you ask? Opacho tilts her head slightly and then smiles, while the spirit in question materializes beside the child with a low bleat. To those with the ability to see the dead, they would notice that Mama was a female sheep spirit. There were thick horns curling backward on either side of her head and she had a warm fuzzy coat that was just as big and puffy as Opacho’s very own voluminous fro.

For anyone who couldn't see her guardian, it would just look like the child was motioning at nothing but air.

She gestures to the ghost at her side proudly, arms slipping out from her poncho with a happy wave in the sheep’s direction with Mama bleating happily in response. “Mama Opacho guardian spirit! Mama give Opacho great ramming power and speed!”

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"Wooow! Do it again! Again!"

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Opacho is in a really good mood! She’s sporting a white backpack littered with red stars. There's a skip in her step as the toddler approaches with a bright smile shifting the pack around to show off her gift. “Look! Yoh-sama gave Opacho this for her birthday!” It's got all her essentials in it, crayons, colored pencils, and a coloring book.

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"Why can't Opacho call people stupid....? If you're stupid, you're stupid."

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"..." It looks like Opacho zoned out again, her gaze was focused completely on this butterfly.

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A small gasp of excitement can be heard as the small child approaches, hands clenched she lets out a tiny squeak. "Can Opacho come?"

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skrtch. skrtch.

"Hm..." Tiny brows furrow in concentration as the child clenches a crayon in her fist, moving her hand back and forth across the blank sheet of paper. Slowly but surely it was being filled with a variety of shapes and lines. She appeared to be drawing.

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"Why are you reading that?" Curious Opacho is curious.

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❝Opacho sorry, didn’t realize that was yours. ❞