Fuda #34

[idealism]

[This time around, all Tsuzuki recorded was his slurred voice.]

What do you mix -- get if you mix vodka, liquor and raspberry juice?

[A long pause. There''s a clink of the glass. Consider how full of suck the world has been lately, it's a great day for drinking.]

Tatsumi's gone. His things were gone when I checked. There's not a lot of people left now.

So it's time to drink to them.

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[Action]

[idealism]

[He hangs the tie on the headboard. Being this drunk makes him feel kind of pleasantly hollow. It makes him not really pay attention to the fact that Hisoka's not coming. Well, he cares a little, but he tries to ignore it. Tucking his wings close to his body, he crawls under the covers.]

G'night!

[Action]

[cynicism]

Night.

[His reply is soft, possibly too soft to be heard.]

[Action]

[idealism]

[This time, it's too soft for Tsuzuki to hear. He glances out of the window while he tries to calm down. He doesn't like the bedroom he usually sleeps in. It's not as cozy as the one in 49, and the only view is woods. It makes him feel isolated.

After a while, he falls asleep, just like Hisoka predicted.]