Fuda #33 . reaching out [video]

[idealism]

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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[idealism]

... Do you want to talk about it?

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[cynicism]

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

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[idealism]

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

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[cynicism]

And it's better that way.

[Action] yeah, exactly.

[idealism]

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

Did it work?

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[cynicism]

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

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[idealism]

If you say so.

Can we go home now?

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[cynicism]

If you want.

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[idealism]

I do.

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

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[cynicism]

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

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[idealism]

[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?

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[cynicism]

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

Do you?

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[idealism]

I was thinking of having a drink.

Who's miss Yuri?

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[cynicism]

[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.

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[idealism]

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?

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[cynicism]

[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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[idealism]

[He blinks, surprised.]

That long? Why haven't I heard you talk about her?

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[cynicism]

[He shrugs.]

It never came up.

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[idealism]

[It's a little strange, to be sure, but he's mostly glad that Hisoka's getting out more.]

You can tell me things like that, you know. If you want.

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[cynicism]

Why? Do you tell me every time you talk to someone?

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[idealism]

I don't have to. My partner's an empath.

[Action] sdfhjkg LOL

[cynicism]

Very funny.

[Action] :P

[idealism]

It's funny because it's true.

How did the two of you meet?

[Action] WHAT. ilu.

[cynicism]

Journals. [More shrugging.]

[Action] ilu too, even those these two are morons

[idealism]

[All that shrugging makes him wonder just why Hisoka's trying to shrug it off.]

You said that. I was just wondering if something in particular happened.