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| Izumi: | All right, boys! It's time to start our script readings. Everybody's read through the script, right? |
| Sakuya: | Yes, ma'am! Ready when you are! |
| Citron: | I only had five lines.. |
| Tsuzuru: | I've got all of my writing memorized by now. I'm good. |
| Izumi: | Itaru, did you read the script? |
| Itaru: | Yes, thank you for delivering it. I was a bit tired and out of it. I didn't do anything odd, did I? |
| Izumi: | Um, no, not at all. |
| Izumi: | (He's acting totally fine now. I'm glad his better, but seriously, what WAS that?) |
| Sakuya: | Hey uh, Masumi? Where's your script? |
| Masumi: | Don't need one. I've got it in my head now. |
| Izumi: | Wait, what? You're telling me that you've memorized all your lines already?! |
| Masumi: | Yup. |
| Sakuya: | That's amazing, Masumi! You had as many lines as I did! |
| Izumi: | (He's even got a great memory? This guy can really do anything! I think I may have stumbled across some serious talent here...) |
| Izumi: | Okay then, let's take it from the top. |
| Sakuya: | Let's go on a journey together, Julius... Uh... We can ditch this cramped town and... travel the world! |
| Masumi: | You've got brawn, Romeo, and I've got brains. If we put our heads together, we can do anything. |
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| Tsuzuru: | Romeo, are you heartbroken? Don't worry about it. There's plenty of fish in the sea. |
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| Sakuya: | Forsake your, uh, name and... family, Julius! We need only— |
| Masumi: | This sucks. |
| Sakuya: | Huh? |
| Masumi: | You keep stopping and stammering. This sucks. |
| Sakuya: | Oh, sorry. |
| Tsuzuru: | Come on, now, it's his first time. |
| Izumi: | It's not about being perfect right now. We just need to make it through the script. |
| Masumi: | He can't even decide how to read it. |
| Sakuya: | I'm really sorry... |
| Masumi: | You're no better. You wrote this stuff but you don't even know it. |
| Tsuzuru: | I'm sorry, what? |
| Masumi: | Shouldn't an author have a grasp of their own characters? |
| Tsuzuru: | Yeah, and I do. |
| Masumi: | You're just saying lines without thinking them through. |
| Tsuzuru: | Listen, I might not be expressing it well but I understand my lines just fine. |
| Masumi: | Same difference. |
| Tsuzuru: | Excuse me? |
| Izumi: | Masmui, you're being too hard on them. |
| Masumi: | I'm being honest. |
| Sakuya: | I'm sorry. I'm just really bad at this. |
| Tsuzuru: | Can you stop being such a downer, Masumi? |
| Masumi: | Oh, you want me to be as bad as you guys? |
| Tsuzuru: | You know that's not what I meant! |
| Citron: | You are both getting worked over. |
| Izumi: | It's "worked up", and Citron's right. Both of you need to calm down. |
| Tsuzuru: | I am calm. |
| Masumi: | ... |
| Izumi: | (Continuing like this won't get us anywhere.) |
| Izumi: | Let's take five. |
| Sakuya: | Yes, ma'am. Sorry again. |
| Tsuzuru: | Ugh. |
| Masumi: | I'm tired. |
| Citron: | The air is cackling with tension! |
| Izumi: | I think you mean crackling. |
| Itaru: | I'm sorry, I'm still feeling a little out of it. Would it be okay if I called a day here? |
| Izumi: | Wait, what? |
| Itaru: | Sorry about this. |
| Izumi: | No, um, your health comes first, of course... |
| Izumi: | (Is he gonna do the same thing again? He was clearly playing video games before. Is he really feeling sick? Maybe I'm the one feeling sick.) |