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Fukuzawa headed to a bar to drown his sorrows. Well, he already drank quite a bit, and, he figured he didn't want to get entirely drunk. He was still a leader, after all. But, his drinking habits aside, he lost an old... "friend." Well, if Fukuchi still counted as a friend. Their relationship wasn't much of a "friendship" by the time it ended. More like a strange situation-ship.
Still, that doesn't mean he can't grieve despite the... bizarre relationship he had with him.
The city air fills his lungs with melancholy. His calloused hands gripping on the metal bars he was holding on. A soft sigh escaping his lips. Closing his eyes to savor the solidarity he was experiencing. Though, it was entirely temporary.
His peace was broken by a familiar presence behind him. Frowning, he turned around.
"Do you need something, Mori Ogai?"
He asked. Crossing his arms behind him. A soft giggle entering his ears. A giggle that he knows did not come from the sadistic man.
"Do i look like your boyfriend?"
He... replied? Who- That wasn't Mori. Wasn't it?