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[mouflon]

Ugh, who cares about Valentine's Day?!

[...Apparently, Rin is sick of the Valentine's-related posts and has decided enough is enough. As the video starts, she immediately launches onto the offensive, her body language growing rather...energtic.]

Seriously, don't you people have anything better to worry about? I can glance at the news for two seconds and see story after story about how people want us rounded up and tagged like cattle, and you're sitting here prattling about dates! Am I the only one who sees how ridiculous this is?

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[mouflon]

We weren't advertising ourselves as anything until you decided to include yourself.

[grumbles...]

Did I even say anything that radical? I'm just sick of sitting here listening to people talk about this holiday like it's something important.

[friendofdorothy]

I'm sick of it too. The person I want to be with is either on the run, dead or in prison right now. [What an uncharacteristic admission from Mr Reserved. But he knows he can trust Rin.] But if we show ourselves being grumpy about it, people will say 'Oh, look at the radicals, no fun at all'. Of course if we embrace it, we end up distracting attention from the cause and looking frivolous. It's a game that's not really winnable.

[mouflon]

[She understands the weight of that admission, and it's for that reason that she doesn't comment on it. Also, feeling vaguely taken aback. Fucking friendship, how does it work?]

So the only way to win is to not play? [Her voice creaks with her frustration as she tells him:] I'm just so tired of not being able to do anything!

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[friendofdorothy]

Yes. It's a Catch 22. [And he knows how that book ends.]

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[friendofdorothy]

[In the last couple hours, Emma's post just went up.] ...Huh.

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[mouflon]

[The only reply his earlier message receives is an angry-sounding growl, at which point Rin decides to step away from her computer to beat up a pillow.]

[mouflon]

[Later, though...]

"Huh," what?

[She sounds significantly less heated this time around.]

[friendofdorothy]

Well, the money will go to District X...

[mouflon]

[She hms, like she's conceding.]

I'm just glad someone finally decided to point their energy somewhere worthwhile.

[friendofdorothy]

Right. Maybe this is a good use for all that energy. Maybe we ought to help. But you've got veto power over that, since you'd be the one participating.

[He's just assuming that noone would want to pay for a date with him, after all]

[mouflon]

Huh? Why can't you do it? It's not like anyone would bid on me anyway, so haven't you got a better shot?

[...That and it'd be embarrassing for her to volunteer after this post, but she doesn't come out and say that she's trying to save face.]

[friendofdorothy]

Me? That's ridiculous. I have the personality and charm of a dishrag and I turn green when I'm embarrassed. You'd have the much better chance. You're at least pretty and...outgoing. [As in "I'm going to knock you out!"]

[mouflon]

You never know. Some people go for the whole stoic thing. Anyway, if no one else bids on you, I will. It's for charity, and it's not on my dime.

[...That probably sounded more backhanded than she had meant it to.]

[friendofdorothy]

Fine then, we'll both do it. And drive it up as much as possible.