[On the evening of the 25th, one of the few days where he didn't find himself wearing a mask, he's sitting on the rail of the bridge near his apartment and staring up at the sky. Yes, it's scary, especially with how large and angry the moon looks right now. But he can't help staring, because he's contemplating something. He's pretty sure that it's not the moon getting larger, but coming closer. Maybe it seemed crazy and stupid, but... he can't get the idea out of his head. It's nearly Halloween, the day that terrified the whole of Luceti last year even though he was away for it. One scare tactic after another...
His journal is open by his side, recording the sound of crickets and the river flowing. Eventually, one might hear him speak up, too.]
What's got you so pissed off, anyway?
[It's the moon he's talking to, though he doesn't expect a response. After a few minutes, he turns to pick up his journal and write what he's contemplating about to a certain someone. It takes some work, but he's finally able to get a good filter.]
[She keeps herself from giggling at him so that there are some parts of this conversation where she's not laughing at him. She means it in the best of ways, seriously.]
[...Wow, he really was taking this seriously. Granted, if he didn't take it seriously at all, she would criticize that, too, but this is half just teasing. That he's trying this hard is really kind…
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Sure. I can do that. [A…
... Thanks. Just keep watching me, okay? Let me know if I'm still doing a good job or not.
He sighs, then, and shuts his eyes. Why do people not get it?]
I love her. [Yes, over the network. Luke never…