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.]
[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.
seems like it was just yesterday
[Meaning, decades ago.]
Went out of business. Too bad more people don't have the same taste we do.
[Good taste, that is.]
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[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.]
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Chuuya.
[The first name's good enough for an acquaintance.]
What's yours?
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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.]
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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.]
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[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?
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[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.]
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[waves hands vaguely, au and world crossover etc etc... he never showed up in searches until now, probably.]
You're fucking with me.
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Opens his bag.
Pulls out a copy of Goat Songs by Nakahara Chuuya.
Hands it to him.]
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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.
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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.]
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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?
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[While this is true, it has absolutely nothing to do with why he has his own book with him.]
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[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.]
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[so let's get smashed.]