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[hnggggh]

[I wonder for a moment about this 'mun' person. The entire situation I find myself in is new and bizarre. Honestly, I feel more than a little bit out of my element. It would be fairly easy to forget about the whole mess and act like everything was normal, but it might also be good to speak my mind.]


_ Stay quiet about it.
X Talk to your mun.

[I decide to share my thoughts. It is my future we're talking about here after all. There might not be another chance like this one.]

I wouldn't mind if you didn't send me anywhere at all. Things staying simple like this is fine, really. With how crazy some of those places are and my... Well. I just don't think I'd be a good fit for most of them is all. Also we're not really that alike, you know. No offense but that's not really a compliment.

[There's a short pause while I consider if I want to add anything else.]

But that's just my thoughts. I guess I can't really stop you either way, heh.

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[hnggggh]

[A small frown.]

That's a depressing way to think.

Is this because of Lilly? It's not like you "lost" to her or anything, you know.

[aggress]

*Wrong thing to tell her. Shizune bristles, her handwriting becoming sharp and short.*

What does that undependable excuse for a class representative have to do with anything?

[hnggggh]

[Hisao knew that would rile her up, but he doesn't like the animosity between them.]

I know you two don't get along, but I don't think that's a reason she'd be a "primary friend" and you'd be a "secondary friend". That's kind of a selfish way to think of us, isn't it?

[aggress]

It's hardly selfish and hardly unreasonable. You took the time to get to know her, which judging by the speed with which she handles all other aspects of her life must have taken months, before making an effort to do the same for me. Ergo, a second-choice friend.

I liked the other you better.

[hnggggh]

[Hisao sighs. It's exaggerated enough that she would notice, though he hardly did it on purpose.]

That hurts, you know.

I'm sorry I can't be the me you want.

[He wants to ask how different he is, but decides against it. That's one of the advantages of this kind of communication - he probably would have just blurted it out otherwise.]

[aggress]

*She notices. She feels bad, of course, but...*

It isn't that I'm angry with you, but I am too.

And I think it hurts to be forgotten too.

[hnggggh]

So we were really close?

If it bothers you, you don't have to tell me.

[aggress]

*A very long pause before she writes one word.*

Very.

my heart......

[hnggggh]

I bet that was interesting. Certainly wouldn't be boring at least.

I know it doesn't mean as much coming from me, but sorry again.

careful with that heart, hisao

[aggress]

*Shaking her head.*

Don't. I told you I'm not angry with you. I don't like to repeat myself like this.

I hate it but it isn't your fault.

[hnggggh]

Good. I do know you enough that I know you're strong, so at least I don't have to worry!

[aggress]

I don't want to be pitied, so don't.