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In fairness, it wasn't the glitz. It was Ren and Feather Hawk existing in the same part of my brain.

[Ah, tween boys and their nascent sexuality. Where does it end?]

It might be nice to relax. When you have time. Not anywhere close to when we view the Serpent movie, about which I currently have sixteen and a half misgivings.

...You as well? I actually was an avid Red and Black shipper when I was younger.

I still stand by the fact that they had the superior chemistry.

[He knows what he's about. Heteronormativity is just so trite.]

Hmm... yes, I suppose that would be ill-timed, wouldn't it? We wouldn't want a repeat incident from the beach where our bodies decide to act in accordance to their own machinations.

Though to be honest, I suspect the entire movie to be an enormous turnoff.

Wait. Black Condor or Black Falcon?

[Thank you, he knows one is just a reinvention of the other, but Black Condor was better.]

Black Condor, obviously, as any truly refined Featherman aficionado would know and appreciate.

[He is mollified. Slightly!]

Very well. He's still underwritten, of course, but then being eight counted for a lot. I thought they should have been friends. [r/sapphoandherfriend has entered the chat.]

[Aww, Magpie. That's super relatable...]

I wrote fix-it fanfiction, you know.

I was a bored teenager after the murders with access to the internet. It was all rather embarrassing in hindsight, but I was a pretentious middle schooler with very strong opinions.

I stopped following it when I moved out. I'd have had to go to the TV room, and I didn't want anyone to know. Freedom had its own constraints, it turned out. Aren't you supposed to be talking to your little feather plum, or whatever it was?

[Like, this seems a great deal of talking to him. Not that he's not greedily eating up every moment and word.]

I'll have you know that he's the one with the elaborate petnames.

I think the most I've really used with him is "my Joker" and "darling," which are saccharine as hell, but they're simple. To the point.

And I think you'll find I'm quite adept at multitasking. We're enjoying ourselves. Having some takoyaki at the Junes food court as we bask in our shared company.

Don't eat the red ones.

[Because yes, he still cringes when he thinks about it. My Joker, though, that's... nothing he wants to think about in any sort of detail.]

Is this that threesome I was promised, then? It thrills me to my every pore.

That sounds ominous.

[They're just takoyaki. Perfectly normal takoyaki. Why would they be red?]

He made so many comments about that. Off the top of my head, "two at once, just the way I like it," wanting to judge the "stimulating sport" of gay chicken, and that the thought of two of us was appealing.

But it was his very bizarre brand of hormonal teenager humor. I sincerely doubt he expects something like that.

[uhhhhh]

He sounds quite enthusiastic about it. Are we going to need to draw some boundaries?

[uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh??]

If it's any consolation, he was mostly joking, and my consent is his bottom line.

And your consent is crucial. Obviously, your boundaries need heeding, regardless of my boyfriend's ridiculous quips. I'm used to it, so I know when he's serious and when he's just being a little shit.

But you haven't even met him yet.

I've faced down worse than a hormonal teenage boy. Hormonal teenage girls, for one. Do you know they move in packs?

[It's just. It's just.]

Did you really write fix-it fanfiction? You must have had an ocean of free time.

I'm familiar.

Actually, I first realized I was gay during midterms in my first year of middle school. Several girls in my class were giggling and gossiping about my academic performance, and I had a visceral aversion to their presumed interest in me.

Even now, I still get uncomfortable when a girl takes interest in me. I'm better at masking it, but it's deeply unsettling for some odd reason.

But yes. I needed an outlet, and I was always one step ahead with my academics.

You were?

[He always felt three steps behind, even as he topped the class.]

I suppose I never thought of things that way. "What if Red and Black kissed", I mean. Did you bring him back from the dead? Not that we ever saw him die.

Naturally. Though the ambiguity of it all certainly does leave much to the imagination.

The funniest anecdote from that era was getting into a deep argument about the logistics of my headcanons and theories.

I'm quite fortunate she hasn't shown my old account to Ren yet.

She?

[Prickle, prickle; there are several possibilities.]

Futaba-chan, naturally.

She had quite the active fandom presence, actually.

[Ah. The one person he excluded as a possibility.]

I didn't think you knew her in middle school. You met her online?

I met her much later, but we'd had a few little "intellectual debates" before I even knew it was her.

Likely because she lied about her age in order to access online forums.

Ken-kun and I both had our share of amusing encounters. And of course, when I flexed my familiarity with Yukari Takeba, she refused to believe it.

Yes, I'm still struggling a little with that myself.

[The little dots flash as he types, and untypes. It's not really the time to ask Crow about anything serious, if it ever will be again; he knows that.]

She looked remarkably happy in that picture you showed me. [With the robots.]

Yes. The prospect of real robots was quite enticing to her.

Not to say she was always happy. She had quite a lot of anger toward Maruki, after all. Every time she saw Yoshizawa-san, I could feel her heart twisting into knots.

And when her mother became sick? What happened to her then?

["Became sick"; what a euphemism.]

Anger and sadness intertwined with a stubborn desire to find the answers for herself. Sakura-san was less than enthused by this, but Futaba-chan didn't particularly care.

She was adamant about uncovering the truth to what happened and finding a means to undo it. Plus, she was rightfully pissed that her mother's research had been taken that same night.

Knowing that it was Maruki who did it, I bet he took the research and ran.

[Look, he's not going to huddle into a tight little knot over Futaba Sakura. He's just not.]

So she lived with Sakura all along? She didn't go to her family?

[And she wasn't broken by Shido's men...? Because Akechi was involved in that too, up to his neck—whether at one remove or no.]

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