[Says Douman, as if unprompted...and then closes their eyes. Why. Why this effect.]
[But now this has become awkward, and Douman feels they can't just up and leave after saying something like that, so. What a lovely time to be trapped by societal conventions. They step in, approaching.]
[Instantly, any shred of good mood they've managed to collect before coming in here evaporates in an instant. Douman stares, their dark eyes honed to a sharp glint.]
...Whatever you say next, speak wisely. I do not fucking care to hear that name.
Do you realize that people may not do what you expect of them, Fukuda? To assume is pointless. You thinking I prefer someone over another is a meaningless thing that you have chosen to emphasize. An terribly irrational feeling.
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Ah, but I can't say this humble priest doesn't deal with such irrationality, too.
And I am not saying you are right, either. And my thoughts change, day in and day out. You may ask me this tomorrow and get a different answer. I am...unlike all of you. After all, I am only a Servant.
[A beat.]
I like you and Omi for altogether different reasons.
A hole is defined by what is around it, does it not? You are someone who exists as a hole does. You allow others to define who you are, because without that...well, you don't wish to think about what isn't there.
I don't need to know who you are, or even assume, because that's the kind of existence you have. By yourself, you would be nothing, just nothing at all, hm?
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[Says Douman, as if unprompted...and then closes their eyes. Why. Why this effect.]
[But now this has become awkward, and Douman feels they can't just up and leave after saying something like that, so. What a lovely time to be trapped by societal conventions. They step in, approaching.]
...Disregard that. You're making tea?
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To be honest, I didn't really want to see you right now either.
[Still, he gestures, please sit.]
I am making tea. You can have some if you'd like.
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[And yet, here they are. Douman stares for a moment, before taking a seat.]
I would like some. [And a beat.] Please.
[Not Being Polite is HARD.]
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[Please remember that Fukuda forgot how to count and check on the tea, Douman.]
... Though, actually, you might understand better how I feel than Omi, because of Seimei.
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...Whatever you say next, speak wisely. I do not fucking care to hear that name.
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[You also know how it feels to be second/third banana.]
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[They deflate slightly at that.]
[Not yet answering, they move to turn off the tea kettle. Its been steeping too long.]
Perhaps they want you to give into your Envy. It is what they represent, after all.
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I don't think so. They didn't know they were being recorded, after all. Omi and you prefer eachother, too, I think.
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[And just leaning on the table, chin in hand. Their expression is placid.]
What makes you think I prefer anyone, Fukuda?
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... Well, it's natural to have preferences, isn't it?
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[And a pause.]
But that isn't the question. Do you think I prefer anyone? What would make me prefer someone over someone else?
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[He's just Assuming.]
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[A definite, blunt statement.]
Do you realize that people may not do what you expect of them, Fukuda? To assume is pointless. You thinking I prefer someone over another is a meaningless thing that you have chosen to emphasize. An terribly irrational feeling.
[And a beat.]
Ah, but I can't say this humble priest doesn't deal with such irrationality, too.
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... I won't assume, then. But you haven't exactly said I was wrong, either.
[Lets hear those irrational thoughts, Clown.]
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[haha what thoughts]
And I am not saying you are right, either. And my thoughts change, day in and day out. You may ask me this tomorrow and get a different answer. I am...unlike all of you. After all, I am only a Servant.
[A beat.]
I like you and Omi for altogether different reasons.
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You say that, but I don't think you seem that different from any other person here, Mr Douman.
... Can I ask what the reasons are, though?
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Ahaha. Ahahaha! [And just. Laughing loudly at that.] Oh, Fukuda. You don't know the half of it, hmm!
[And then a huff.]
It has to do with what kind of people you are.
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But do you really know what kind of person I am? Or do you just think you do?
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A hole is defined by what is around it, does it not? You are someone who exists as a hole does. You allow others to define who you are, because without that...well, you don't wish to think about what isn't there.
I don't need to know who you are, or even assume, because that's the kind of existence you have. By yourself, you would be nothing, just nothing at all, hm?
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... A hole is a good thing, you know. It's something helpful.
[All serious again. He's not looking at Douman, though.]
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Tell me. Tell me how a hole is helpful.
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[Because that definitely counts as a real answer. Also no he is still refusing to look at the clown.]
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[Yes, they will press this.]
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[Is he just pretending not to understand because he doesn't want to answer? Who's to say.]
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Tell me. How does the wind moving through your hole make you think clearer?
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