( video | un: duckling )

[danserai]

Uhm, hi . . . My name is Ahiru.

I'm looking for someone. His name is Fakir. I . . . can't seem to find him? And I don't know where he is. Maybe someone can help me look?

He looks like this.

[ she holds up a picture. clearly a perfect artist's rendition of fakir. ]



He also scowls a lot and looks like he's bored, but he's very nice actually! He's a ballet dancer and uhm . . . [ ahiru fiddles with her dress. ] . . . I just want to make sure he's okay.

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[danserai]

He's a friend from back home. He arrived here a month after I did.

[romancekiller]

Oh— so he's been here with you a long time if he arrived shortly after you did. Are the two of you close?

[danserai]

Uhm . . . Yeah. Something like that.

[romancekiller]

Something like that? What do you mean?

[danserai]

We're not that close but we do hang out a lot because we're friends and that's what friends do! Nothing strange here!

[romancekiller]

[ahiru what even...]

I never said there was anything strange about that.

[danserai]

Yeah, see? Nothing strange here, ahaha!

[romancekiller]

What makes you think I would have considered it strange? [because that is sure some reaction to something she never thought in the first place]

[danserai]

No reason!

[romancekiller]

You know, I'm not going to judge you for it if there is. He sounds like he's really important to you.

[danserai]

[ she softens a little. ]

He is . . . a very dear friend.

[romancekiller]

I have a friend like that too so I get it. [not that any of her friends are here or anything but still]

[danserai]

You do?

[romancekiller]

Yeah. Not that they're here at all but there still just as important to me.

[danserai]

Fakir was . . . different though. He wasn't just a friend.