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Call out one of my characters with a starter, or a prompt, or a 'look idk how but I want these two to bang' and we will Do A Thread.

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Oh - thanks.

[Chuuya swaps out the hat that was on his head for the one that this taller stranger got down for him. Fits alright... He'll have to take a look in a mirror, but he'll probably buy this one.]

Did you get your hat here? It's pretty stylish.

What, this...? No, this one's custom.

[and he sounds awfully proud of that... it's not that he looks down on buying off the rack (he is in a shop for that purpose, after all), but his main hat needed to be made just for him.

he reaches up, fingers trailing almost fondly along the brim.]

How about yours, huh? Your taste isn't half bad either.

This one's from a store that closed down a while ago.

[Meaning, decades ago.]

Went out of business. Too bad more people don't have the same taste we do.

[Good taste, that is.]

Yeah...? That's a damn shame. Wish I'd known about it sooner.

[people who probably pull the kind of salary that could singlehandedly keep a store in business: chuuya nakahara.]

You'll have to let me know if you've got any recommendations. What's your name?

[because this guy is definitely one that chuuya wants to know.]

[It'd be impressive if he could support a store that was probably closed before his birth.]

Chuuya.

[The first name's good enough for an acquaintance.]

What's yours?

[some people would go back in time to fix history, chuuya might go back in time to preserve hats.

his eyebrows quirk up at the name, though-- now isn't that a coincidence?]

--it's Chuuya.

[just the first name isn't that big a deal, right?]

Nakahara Chuuya. Guess you can just use my last name, if that'd make it easier.

[even if it'd be a bit weird... he isn't used to the people he generally speaks with using anything else.]

[Chuuya's eyebrows just keep raising higher as other-Chuuya reveals more of his name.]

It might, except that's my last name.

Named after a poet, huh?

[He, of course, is not, but he's happy to let Chuuya think they're both named after the same person.]

It's what?

[okay, now that's weird. as far as he's known, there aren't any other people with his name, and yet here's a guy with the exact same one.

he's not entirely making sense, either.]

I'm not named after anyone, what are you talking about?

What are you talking about? Have you been to school in the last twenty years?

[Not that he's exactly sure how long he's been in textbooks, but right now, there's no way someone would get through school and not have heard of him.]

I've never heard of a poet named Chuuya Nakahara, I'd have found out about him just looking myself up!

[waves hands vaguely, au and world crossover etc etc... he never showed up in searches until now, probably.]

You're fucking with me.

[Sighs.

Opens his bag.

Pulls out a copy of Goat Songs by Nakahara Chuuya.

Hands it to him.]

[....well fuck.]

Well, fuck.

[chuuya frowns down at the cover before opening the book and thumbing through it-- there are a couple lines he happens to scroll by that catch his interest, even. those aren't names and phrases anyone else should have come up with, and yet-]

What-- I know I've never heard of this guy, but... some of this is familiar.

[For the Tainted Sorrow is towards the middle of the book, FYI.]

Someone would have brought him up at some point. Normally I'd figure you'd hear 'oh, like the poet?' so many times that it started to drive you crazy by middle school.

[That's the reasonable expectation.]

[he's probably just skimming through-- but he'll definitely have stopped at that page.]

I mean, I never exactly went to middle school, but-- he'd have come up somehow.

[it's all really weird, especially the title he keeps glancing back at.]

...so, what, do you just carry around books by the guy you're named after?

Never hurts to have reading material on you.

[While this is true, it has absolutely nothing to do with why he has his own book with him.]

Still a weird choice, if you ask me...

[he reads over the poem's title again, brow furrowing a little deeper, before he closes the book and hands it back with a shake of his head.]

But fine, read whatever you want. I'm too sober for this kind of conversation.

[guess what time it is: time to fix that.]

You know, I had been meaning to check out the bar a couple shops down.

[so let's get smashed.]

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