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[misheard]

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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[doublesmall]

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?

[goatsongs]

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.]

[doublesmall]

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.

[goatsongs]

[Sighs.

Opens his bag.

Pulls out a copy of Goat Songs by Nakahara Chuuya.

Hands it to him.]

[doublesmall]

[....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.

[goatsongs]

[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.]

[doublesmall]

[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?

[goatsongs]

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.]

[doublesmall]

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.]

[goatsongs]

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

[so let's get smashed.]