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Fuda #33 . reaching out [video]

I don't suppose anyone here is good at chopping wood? And heaving lifting.

[If anyone thinks that's a loaded question: it definitely is. For a couple of days now he's been working on a campsite, and it's a lot more work - and a lot less fun - than he expected. It's great at keeping his mind off of less pleasant thoughts, however. Working out usually is.]

[Later in the day, he makes a post that he hasn't looked forward to. His little Luceti family has shrunk so much lately. Tsuzuki knows that it's for the best - that going home is good for them - but he still can't help missing them.]

Link's gone home. He's left letters for some people.

I just felt like some people ought to know.

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It's important to keep track of which thoughts are mine, if that's what you're asking.

[More than belatedly, and certainly apologetically, he begins to build a wall in his mind. It's not a good time for them to touch and share thoughts.]

Isn't it confusing sometimes?

It used to be. I can control it now.

I'm glad.

So stop worrying.

And don't you dare block me out.

[That only strengthens his resolve. He always hurts the ones he cares about, but at least this way he can minimize the damage.]

I don't think I'm good enough to block anyone out yet, honestly.

Well keep not being good enough. Unless you want me thinking you've gotten yourself possessed again.

[It doesn't dissuade him. The end result will benefit Hisoka, which is enough.]

If that happens, remember to aim for the heart. Or the wings, I guess.

That's exactly what i did the last time.

... Do you want to talk about it?

What's there to talk about? We had a problem and I handled it.

[He shifts in his seat.] I don't remember any of it.

And it's better that way.

Then why tell me things like you shot my heart and wings?

Did it work?

Tsuzuki. Things happened and we both healed already. Drop it.

If you say so.

Can we go home now?

If you want.

I do.

[Suddenly remembering that there will be other people around, he wipes the thin trail of blood off his face.]

[He eyes Tsuzuki's gesture, but doesn't comment on it as he gets up to follow.]

[He didn't do it to draw attention to it, he simply didn't want others to ask questions.]

[Tsuzuki throws one last glance out towards the lake, since if it's humanly possible he'll never return to this place again.]

Do you have any other plans for the day?

I can't say I ever do. I might check up on Miss Yuri.

Do you?

I was thinking of having a drink.

Who's miss Yuri?

[He just nods. If there was ever a day Tsuzuki's earned the right to be falling-down drunk, it's today.]

She's someone I've been talking with over the journals for a while now. Murdered, doesn't want to pass on when she gets home.

I'll be sure to bring a ball of string. [He says offhandedly, putting his hands in his pockets.]

She sounds like she could have been a coworker. How long has she been in Luceti?

[More nodding. At least that way he won't have as much trouble finding his way home.]

Six months or so, I think. Maybe a year. We started talking when I first came back.

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