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The Ware Wolf Shop has a two item limit per month, even if you have enough Chroma for more. How does anyone decide what to buy? I know I want one orb to get one of my books that Caster asked for, and I know I want to have another orb for some of my coworkers' works... But how am I meant to choose just one? Even if I can get more later, I find it hard to say whether Kyouka's works are a higher priority than Dazai's or Chuuya's or Yosano's or Kunikida's or - well, I could go on. And that's just limiting myself to buying the orbs and limiting what I could summon to books. I could use advice? Or opinions about Japanese literature, if you have those.

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[that's exactly what's going on]

Why would anyone call them weird? They're stunning.

[Rude, tbh.]

I-I mean... all the kids at the orphanage I grew up in called them weird? Two colors certainly isn't normal, anyway.

[Is there anything Atsushi didn't get bullied over?

...No, not really. He's pathetic like that.]

Kids are mean and will bully people over anything.

[This is just an objective fact, and Atsushi should really not let his self-esteem be affected so much by kids he used to know.]

I think they're lovely. If I could paint, I'd gladly paint your portrait before anything else.

[Well, it wasn't just kids...]

T-That's... that's really too much, Atsushi-san, They're not... I'm not... I think your eyes are far more lovely, personally. They shine, not quite like metal but more like light....?

[the adults there have been established to have been Awful]

If, if you say things like that, I don't know how to respond... Your hair is softer than mine, that's a fact. I don't know how you don't spend all day playing with it.

T-that's...

[Soft??? S-So he liked touching it?

Oh. At this rate, Atsushi is going to kill him isn't he.]

Y-you like touching it...? I-I mean, um...!! Even if it's soft, yours is far prettier. I've never seen hair that's a shade like yours.

[They're both going to die.]

O-of course I like touching it. Unless you don't like me touching it?

[He thought Atsushi was enjoying it but maybe he was misreading the signs somehow??]

No! No, I love it!

[....just bury him here, it's fine.]

...I-I mean... why wouldn't I like it?

I don't know, why would you think I didn't like it? You must have asked for some reason, so I thought...

[fucking rip.]

I-I... well, um...

[Oh this is awkward. No one's ever asked why and he's left speechless for a moment, fumbling for an answer that won't sound weird.]

I just...

...you don't have to say if you don't want to.

[The awkwardness is palpable, and while Atsushi is more likely to assume that the fault is with himself, he doesn't want to pressure him to talk at all.]

No, no I mean...

[He doesn't want Atsushi to feel like he's at fault or asking something bad somehow, it's just...]

...I just was a bit surprised you liked touching me like that, that's all.

...Well, I really like it. Even if your hair wasn't so soft, I like making you smile like that. And your purring is just as cute as the rest of you.

[rip!]

Ah...

[Rest in pieces, Atsushi. This is just too much for him.]

U-Um... thank you... I didn't quite expect to hear something like that.

[Maybe he should expect it more!]

Is it so strange to want to make someone you're fond of smile?

[Atsushi is feeling far, far too warm right now from blushing.... but there's also a softer warmth, something that warms him through with happiness.]

....No, I guess it's not. You're really far too sweet, Atsushi-san.

You've been just as sweet to me, Atsushi-kun.

[quantum honorifics, he definitely has been calling him atsushi-kun since forever I just don't write things like that]

He thinks so too.

I-I mean... you've been nice from the start, why wouldn't I?

[A pause, before--]

Ah.... does he? I mean, he isn't as open as you about how he feels, besides how he feels about you that is.

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I don't understand him as well as I'd like to yet, even now that we're exchanging notes, but I do know that he likes you more than he likes anyone else besides me.

[Inner Atsushi: I did not agree to be dragged like this, the fuck.]

Really...?

[Oh. That's... surprising, really. He'd figured Inner Atsushi was a little less sociable by now, but for him to like him more than anyone else besides his other half here...

It was terribly flattering, really. It flustered him.]

Really. Just the other day we were exhanging notes and he sathat's enough of that.

[It's probably the first time inner Atsushi has taken over midword, but he can't just sit back and let himself be read for filth.

At least their speech patterns are different enough that even in just voice, it's clear what has happened.]

[It's very, very clear and welp. They sure did get caught talking about him like that, didn't they?

Eheheheh...]

O-Oh, hello Atsushi-san! Did you hear us talking about you?

I always hear what he hears. You can't talk behind my back.

[They literally have the same back.]

I-I mean... we weren't trying to? You just came up and... I'm very glad to know you have such a high opinion of me, Atsushi-san! I like you, too. You're very good company.

[He's grateful outer Atsushi didn't turn the video on, because he knows he's turning red. He'd like to deny that he has that high of an opinion of Atsushi or likes him at all, but... He can't.]

...your standards for company are too low.

[God, he still sounds awkward, halting and stilted enough that Atsushi will pick up on it. This may have been a mistake.]