"You socialize with the weirdest people."
"I can't help it if I'm friendly!"
"The ones you met as Tutu I understand, but the pink-haired girl and the blonde freak?"
"They're nice girls, really."
"Isn't the pink one part of my stalker club?"
"... that's not nice to say!"
"Whatever. Then there's that new dancer. Where does he think he's from, Spain?"
"You mean Femio?"
"'That' has a name and you know it?"
"He... he hangs around me! I try to avoid him!"
"I know you do."
"... what about Autor?"
"What about him?"
"He's nice enough when you give him some space." She smiles. "You two are very alike."
"... Baka."
"Anyone else?"
"No particularly."
"You forgot two people: Rue and Mytho."
"Why Rue?"
"Rue is my closest friend. You realize she's the reason we stopped fighting with each other about Mytho?"
"She did do that," he conceded. They lay quietly under the tree for a little while. "Ahiru?"
"Yes?"
"What about Mytho?"
She laughed and sat up. "Mytho has always been kind to me." Smiling gently, she leaned over and brushed his lips with hers. "But I've already told you, Fakir, he's just a friend."
Friend – noun
1. Someone whom one knows, likes, and trusts
2. Any associate or acquaintance
3. A favoured companion
4. One with whom one is allied in a struggle or cause; a comrade
5. One who supports, sympathizes with, or patronizes a group, cause, or movement
Author's Note: Oh, Fakir is so much fun! I personally like to imagine a few extra minutes just before Ahiru comments on Autor. Why? So that Fakir can kiss her for trying to avoid Femio!