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"Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action."
- Hamlet, Act III, Scene I, "Hamlet"
Lose the Name of Action
chapter four: "a broken voice"
"Hello, Aburatsubo?"
"Nakatomi, hello…"
"Are you okay? Takakura said you were sick--all of the Club was worried about you. You'll be well enough to come to the party tonight, correct?"
"…Yes, Nakatomi, I will be there."
"That's good. Were you really sick?"
"I wasn't feeling like my usually self this morning, that's all. There was absolutely no need for worry."
"…We were all worried, even Takakura."
"Takeo?"
"Yeah. He was lost in thought during the entire meeting."
"How do you know what or whom he was thinking about? He could've very well been thinking about Sawanoguchi."
"Aburatsubo, I know when Takakura is thinking about Sae and this wasn't one of those times. It was you, I know it."
"There's always Miazowa…"
"Are you listening to yourself? Normally you would be bouncing off the walls if you knew Takakura was thinking about you. What's on your mind, Aburatsubo? Something has been troubling you all week. We've all seen you lately."
"There's noth--"
"Lying won't help you, Aya."
"Nakatomi, I have to go."
"You're running away."
"In all honesty, I have to go."
"Aya, pelase, if you need someone to talk to, I'm here. Give me a call anytime. I'll listen."
"I'll keep that in mind, Nakatomi."
"…You're coming tonight, right?"
"For the last time, yes."
"Okay. Bye."
"Goodbye."
- - - - - - - - - -
"Aya?"
"Nakatomi, for the last time--"
"It's Takeo."
"…H-hello."
"How was your day off? Since, you know, it was sick day and all. Did your mother make you gallons and gallons of soup?"
"My mother was at work the entire day."
"Oh. Does she know you stayed home?"
"No."
"Are you going to tell her?"
"No."
"Oh… Oh! The leader of the tennis team asked me to tell you that you will be up to play in the first set at the tournament on Saturday and wants you to make sure you get better soon."
"…Thank you."
"You're coming tonight, right?"
"Of course."
"Are you feeling well enough? I mean, just in case you're coming down with the flu or something. I don't want to be the one to help make you sicker. I want you to come but I don't if it means risking the status of your health. You have to be in the best condition for the tournament on Saturday, you know?"
"Yes, I do."
"…Are you well enough to come?"
"For the last time, yes."
"You sure? Sound kind of tired."
"I'm fine, really. I'll take a nap before I come over."
"Okay, good."
"Yes."
"Hey, Aburatsubo, about his morning…"
"…"
"I was just wondering why you asked…"
"About what?"
"You know, kis--"
"I think I hear my mother coming. Goodbye, Takeo. I'll see you later tonight."
- - - - - - - - - -
"Hello?"
"Hey Sae."
"Oh! Nanaka! Hello! How are you?"
"Fine. I just talked to Aburatsubo."
"Oh good! You two are getting along so well lately, I'm so happy for both of you."
"Thanks Sae, but I want you to help me with something."
"What, Nanaka?"
"Aburatsubo's been feeling kind of down lately and I want to help him out. I was thinking we could cook some of his favorite foods and bring them over to Takakura's tonight. Maybe food will help him feel better."
"That's a great idea, Nanaka! Do you want me to call Akane to see if she would want to help?"
"Akane doesn't know Aburatsubo that well…"
"But she's a good cook!"
"…All right, Sae."
"Yay! This party will be so much fun!"
"I'll be over in a little bit."
"Okay. Bye, Nanaka."
- - - - - - - - - -
Voicemail: "Hi Akane! It's Sae. I was just wondering, if you're not too busy, if you would want to come over to my house before Takakura's party so we can cook some 'good eats'. Nanaka is coming over soon and we--well, I--thought it would be better if we had all three of us girls from the Club cook together again! If you're not too busy with a photo shoot, of course. Call me back please. Bye!"
Comments: Writer's Block.
"Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action."
- Hamlet, Act III, Scene I, "Hamlet"
Lose the Name of Action
chapter four: "a broken voice"
"Hello, Aburatsubo?"
"Nakatomi, hello…"
"Are you okay? Takakura said you were sick--all of the Club was worried about you. You'll be well enough to come to the party tonight, correct?"
"…Yes, Nakatomi, I will be there."
"That's good. Were you really sick?"
"I wasn't feeling like my usually self this morning, that's all. There was absolutely no need for worry."
"…We were all worried, even Takakura."
"Takeo?"
"Yeah. He was lost in thought during the entire meeting."
"How do you know what or whom he was thinking about? He could've very well been thinking about Sawanoguchi."
"Aburatsubo, I know when Takakura is thinking about Sae and this wasn't one of those times. It was you, I know it."
"There's always Miazowa…"
"Are you listening to yourself? Normally you would be bouncing off the walls if you knew Takakura was thinking about you. What's on your mind, Aburatsubo? Something has been troubling you all week. We've all seen you lately."
"There's noth--"
"Lying won't help you, Aya."
"Nakatomi, I have to go."
"You're running away."
"In all honesty, I have to go."
"Aya, pelase, if you need someone to talk to, I'm here. Give me a call anytime. I'll listen."
"I'll keep that in mind, Nakatomi."
"…You're coming tonight, right?"
"For the last time, yes."
"Okay. Bye."
"Goodbye."
- - - - - - - - - -
"Aya?"
"Nakatomi, for the last time--"
"It's Takeo."
"…H-hello."
"How was your day off? Since, you know, it was sick day and all. Did your mother make you gallons and gallons of soup?"
"My mother was at work the entire day."
"Oh. Does she know you stayed home?"
"No."
"Are you going to tell her?"
"No."
"Oh… Oh! The leader of the tennis team asked me to tell you that you will be up to play in the first set at the tournament on Saturday and wants you to make sure you get better soon."
"…Thank you."
"You're coming tonight, right?"
"Of course."
"Are you feeling well enough? I mean, just in case you're coming down with the flu or something. I don't want to be the one to help make you sicker. I want you to come but I don't if it means risking the status of your health. You have to be in the best condition for the tournament on Saturday, you know?"
"Yes, I do."
"…Are you well enough to come?"
"For the last time, yes."
"You sure? Sound kind of tired."
"I'm fine, really. I'll take a nap before I come over."
"Okay, good."
"Yes."
"Hey, Aburatsubo, about his morning…"
"…"
"I was just wondering why you asked…"
"About what?"
"You know, kis--"
"I think I hear my mother coming. Goodbye, Takeo. I'll see you later tonight."
- - - - - - - - - -
"Hello?"
"Hey Sae."
"Oh! Nanaka! Hello! How are you?"
"Fine. I just talked to Aburatsubo."
"Oh good! You two are getting along so well lately, I'm so happy for both of you."
"Thanks Sae, but I want you to help me with something."
"What, Nanaka?"
"Aburatsubo's been feeling kind of down lately and I want to help him out. I was thinking we could cook some of his favorite foods and bring them over to Takakura's tonight. Maybe food will help him feel better."
"That's a great idea, Nanaka! Do you want me to call Akane to see if she would want to help?"
"Akane doesn't know Aburatsubo that well…"
"But she's a good cook!"
"…All right, Sae."
"Yay! This party will be so much fun!"
"I'll be over in a little bit."
"Okay. Bye, Nanaka."
- - - - - - - - - -
Voicemail: "Hi Akane! It's Sae. I was just wondering, if you're not too busy, if you would want to come over to my house before Takakura's party so we can cook some 'good eats'. Nanaka is coming over soon and we--well, I--thought it would be better if we had all three of us girls from the Club cook together again! If you're not too busy with a photo shoot, of course. Call me back please. Bye!"
Comments: Writer's Block.
