idealism | Fuda # 18 | Sock 'n' roll.

[Today Tsuzuki's network post is arranged by his two sock-puppets. Literally. He's wearing a colorful sock on each hand, trying to be anonymous. One of the sock-puppets hold up a sign with a flying, fat baby on it. It's holding a bow and arrow.]

Greetings everyone!

My name is Sock!

My name is Sock Too!

Today we're going to talk about

Valentine's Day!

On Earth, it's common to give your valentine chocolates or a card on the 14th of february. It means you really like them! Then, if they like you back, on White Day they give you chocolate in return!

What if my valentine isn't in Luceti anymore?

That's easy. You still write them a card, but we put them in... this! [Some fumbling later, Tsuzuki produces a heavy box with a heart on top. He makes the sock-puppets open it with a creak.]

That way, when your valentine returns to Luceti, you can show them this card. Then they'll know you never forgot about them!

[He tries to reach for the off-button on his communicator, and ends up showing half his face. And he still can't press the right button.]

Oh damnit.

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[He smiles, knowing that question was inevitable, and he was prepared. You weren't going to snatch him that easily, Tsuzuki.]

I'm the one who should apologize for being so rude. Sugimura Mamoru. [It was the name of one of his classmates in med school. Someone he didn't like, but nevertheless...]

And you are?

No, no. You weren't rude at all. [After all, he forgot to ask for his name for a long while. If anything, Tsuzuki was rude.]

I'm Tsuzuki Asato! Nice to meet you, Mamoru. [And predictably, he's bowing even thought Muraki would have no way of seeing it.]

[And of course he's smirking in the privacy of his own apartment like he's already won.]

The pleasure is all mine, Tsuzuki. [Being able to say your name without raising suspicion is more satisfying than expected.] How can I ever repay you for helping me?

No, no. Don't worry about it. [Help with gardening comes to his mind, but Tsuzuki doesn't want to impose.] We have to help each other while we're stuck here, right?

[No good can come from taking Muraki and giving him a plot of dirt and a shovel, anyway.] Perhaps.

Though one day I promise I'll find a way to return the favor. I insist.

In that case, I'd be delighted.

Excellent.

For now, take care of yourself, Tsuzuki. [And with that he closes his journal, ending the conversation.]

Fuda # 18 | Sock 'n' roll.

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