Video...in which there is an abundance of scones

[inthejunk]

[Dawn is barely even trying to tickle the sky awake, but that doesn't seem to be squashing the enthusiasm of that annoying kid who either delivers or abuses pastries for a living -it's difficult to tell at times. There he is, with the usual shit eating customer service grin, hair rustling in the chilly breeze and full of fat, half-melted snowflakes. They don't seem to be bothering him at all.]

Attention, everyone. I'm Hanamura Yosuke. Hello to anyone who is new. There's good news this morning! Due to the weather, the scones from yesterday couldn't be sold at the Funtom bakery. I've had to come up with ways to use them, so I thought I would share.

[It's probably not a good idea to leave a somewhat resentful teenager to his own devices in a place of business. Or so one would believe, given what follows.]

If you grind them up like cat litter, they unstick snow-stuck cars. They can also be used as paper weights, and nut crackers. Some of the children on the playground have used them for stick ball! Really, the uses are endless. So please take them away before someone tries to eat one and breaks a tooth again.

[That slightly sarcastic and generally mean spirited bit of "advertisement" aside, the kid suddenly grows serious.]

Ah...there is one more use for them that I came up with. Since I didn't have anyone to ask for a blessing, I think the direct route will have to do.

[And there, behind him in the snow as he turns and pans the camera out, is one last (and equally unfirtunate) demonstration. There's something written out, huge and painstakingly, all in blueberry scone. There's even a heart made of sprinkled dried cranberry around it, which has bloomed up like rose petals with the moisture of the snow:]

MARRY ME NILL

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[inthejunk]

Why do people keep saying that like I don't know it? I'm not trying to...I didn't think the idea was that objectionable, you know.

[reassures]

Because you aren't acting like you know it.

It isn't objectionable, but I don't think you're responding the right way to my friends right now.

[inthejunk]

I stopped when you asked me to!

[reassures]

You stopped calling them creeps. You didn't start listening to them.

[inthejunk]

What, you want me to ask you out? I'm good on rejection for the day, thanks. Let me scrape up some dignity before I try something like that again, alright?

[reassures]

Stop acting like a kid who isn't getting his way because I can't make a decision like this so soon.

I've known you for so long, and you never once asked me out on a date. You didn't even consider asking me out. I was the one that told you I loved you, not the other way around. And after all that, after you don't do anything, you decide to skip ahead to marriage, and ask me like this?

When do I ever make anything about myself public? How often do you see me post to the network? What made you think I would want our relationship to be a spectacle like this, and then have you bemoaning the fact that I didn't say yes to everyone that has come after my friends spoke to you?

[inthejunk]

Usually you're better at spying than that. Maybe you should try looking again. You're right about one thing, though. This is too public for talking about it.

[reassures]

[Give her a minute, she's going down the list.]

"Apparently loving her is fine, but asking for her hand isn't. Don't ask me why, but everyone seems to agree."

"It would have been if it worked."

"Fine, but that means I won't have to until she says yes."

How do you think all of that sounds to me?

And what do you mean, "sometimes she loves me back"?

You make it sound like I only love you sometimes.

[inthejunk]

Oh come on, that's because everyone is lining up tell me I'm being selfish. It was supposed to make you happy. It didn't work? Fine. Sorry I embarrassed you. But I'm not sorry for asking. I'm sick of regretting never having a chance to tell people what they mean to me. I'd embarrass us both all over again if I had to.

[reassures]

I never said it didn't make me happy! I'm not embarrassed.

I just don't understand why you needed to do it this way. Why over the network? Why in public? Why is it anyone's business but ours if we're together?

I know you love me. I can tell whenever I see you. Why is getting married something that needs to happen? Is telling you that I love you not enough to make you believe it?

[inthejunk]

Well I didn't think I was your dirty little secret.

[Eyeroll. It's not biting, in fact it's said as if it's a sarcastic sort of joke. Probably not the most mature decision there.]

I want to shout it from the rooftops. I want to tell everyone I bump into in the grocery store. The best girl in town took a bunch of crazy pills, and she loves a guy like me. Not just a guy like me, she loves me.

I don't think you get it. All I've ever done was hold my breath until I met you. If I jumped the gun, it's only because I got such a head rush. I thought my heart would burst. Even if it did, it would still be the best thing that's ever happened to me. Even if you never say yes, I already have.

...So now you know.

[Finally, he gets a bit shy and shuts up.]

[reassures]

[She's about to verbally slap him for making it sound like she's ashamed of him, but then he goes on, and it sounds... marginally better. She gets it a little more than she did, anyway.]

I like to keep my life private. That's just how I live. I love you, and I'm not ashamed of loving you-- but if you want to do something like this again, I'd rather it be in person. Not over the network for everyone to see.

And as things are right now-- I don't understand marriage. I don't understand why it's necessary, or why it seems like I love you less somehow for not being able to say yes right away.

Maybe marriage is normal where you come from, but it isn't where I come from. "Husband" has a totally different meaning. So I just-- need to think about this. Please.

[inthejunk]

I didn't even say any of that! And you don't have to think about it if you don't want to. It's fine. Just pretend I never asked.

[reassures]

I know you didn't. But Grell did, and you seemed to agree, so I'm trying to tell you why I can't say yes right away.

It isn't you. Me not saying yes has nothing to do with something you did wrong, outside of it being on the network. And I know that's the kind of thing people usually say in movies, but it's true-- it's me. Almost all of the problems with us are because of me, and I need time to figure them out.

Okay?

[inthejunk]

If there's one thing you can count in, it's that no matter what Grell is never right about anything. Ever. So you don't have to worry about me agreeing with that guy.

[A statement that would usually be accompanied by a snarky tone and an off camera eyeroll, but just this once is sincere, and not overly animated.]

Uh...that's-I mean I guess you've never actually told me anything. But, I think I get the idea anyway. So you don't have to tell me, and you don't have to say it like that okay? You're not a problem.

I-

I guess we should talk.

[reassures]

You do get the idea.

[A lot more so than people usually do, honestly. She's grateful, though. Whenever that topic comes up, he does usually reassure her that it isn't her fault.]

We probably should.

[inthejunk]

[He'd always hoped for her sake that maybe he was misunderstanding that bit, but the confirmation puts an end to that. Will they really spend the rest of their lives taking care not to startle one another? It seems like it.]

Yeah...you can uh. Email me sometime. When you-yeah.

[reassures]

[Why do you think she's so wary of this? Especially now that she has a more concrete idea of just what Yosuke wants, and how she's the last person in the universe that can give him it.]

That's-- I guess I can.

[Did he not want to see her until she made a decision..?]

[inthejunk]

I'll just uh. Wait. If you don't want to talk yet, I mean. I think...maybe I should get some fresh air anyway.

[Possibly a strange statement to make while already outdoors, but it's obvious his thinking isn't straight at the moment anyway.]

Or I can come to. Somewhere that's not...you know. Somewhere quiet.

[reassures]

You're going to go see your friend, aren't you?

...Do you not want to see me until I decide?

[inthejunk]

What? No...

[Sigh.]

You don't have to answer. I mean, you already kind of did. Just forget about it, okay? That's not what I wanted to talk about.

[reassures]

[She can't exactly forget about it at this point.]

I'll just-- be at my apartment.

[inthejunk]

Yeah. Sure. I'll um. I'm going to go clean this up.

[reassures]

Alright.

I'll see you later.

[inthejunk]

Later.