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[why is that what wakes lupin up, what a nerd

Okuyasu is ready to get tough guy defensive over his poetry, which he has totally written while sad, thank you, it's just not any good, but jesus, how dare Lupin read him like that. He makes a face, shocked like it is very far-fetched that he would ever write a poem for a girl and someone would call him out on it so quickly, which fades into just sheepish in a moment.]

No—! Well yeah, but not like... I just told her I was gonna 'cause she asked, okay? That's it!

[ because okuyasu and poems don't go together in his mind at all...!!

which means Lupin's currently reevaluating his view of this rowdy boy. He seems embarrassed about it, but he must be serious if he's actually asking for help. He'd taken him for a sort of brutish goofball, but maybe he has a sensitive side, too. Writing a poem for a lady is nothing less than admirable! He stares at him for a few more seconds, clearly surprised, before an amused smile creeps onto his face. ]

I see, I see. Well, you've come to the right person. I'm no poet, but I do know a lot about matters of the heart. I'll put you on the right track.

[Don't look at him like that... He definitely is a brutish goofball, ready to brutishly goofball his way out of this supremely awkward conversation if Lupin keeps giving him looks. He frowns slightly.]

Oh. [not a poet...] I figured since you weren't bad at the story thing, and you dress like you do, maybe...

[Well, obviously he was mistaken. Can he come in now??]

[ that makes him laugh a little, tiredly. ]

Nope. Just your average gentleman. [ - thief. but he leaves that part off, and also steps aside to let Okuyasu in through the door once again. Unsurprisingly, the inside looks exactly the same as last time, except for a crate in the kitchen that appears to be full of... tins? ]

Go on. Now what do you mean, she asked you?

[finally, he can stop yelling on the porch. Okuyasu eyes his mystery crate- gross- but at least it's not full of something alive. Those are getting weird.]

...to write her a poem. [duh?] That's it, man. It was a while ago, too.

[he's been slacking.]

[ the canned meat is definitely not alive, and perhaps never was?! come take a seat in the Spam Zone, friend. ]

That's it? Guess we're spoiled for choice, then... Hm. [ as Lupin sits at the table, he looks at Okuyasu with that same distantly-amused look. Why did she ask this guy to write a poem for her...? That one's beyond him. ] Well, I'll spare you and not ask for the gory details. But that probably means she wants it to be a poem you came up with for her, Okuyasu. I can offer advice, of course, but I think that bit's important.

[let him sit anywhere but the Spam Zone... no, he's sitting, mercifully at the table and not on the floor. it tempts him. don't look at him like that, that makes him frown automatically and he doesn't even know what that look is for.]

Just show me how to make it not... shitty. That'll do, I guess.

[ that humble request makes him chuckle. ]

You can count on me for that much! Well, what kind of poem do you want to write for her?

[this is the hardest question okuyasu has ever been asked]

An okay one? [hrm....] M..maybe something like "thanks." What kinda poem says "thanks"?

[He's barely mastered rhyming, you have to understand.]

Going for something abstract right off the bat, huh...

[ he leans his elbow on the table, resting his chin in one hand. ]

What are you grateful to her for? We can start there. Her friendship? Her smile? Something she did for you, maybe...?

[Going for the big guns right off the bat, huh Loop!! Okuyasu makes a face as dread fills his entire being; he is become suffering.]

Friendship sounds good.

Woah, what a face. C'mon, chin up! You've got to be passionate about these things!

[ he's a little teasing, but he's also a little serious... don't be shy, okuyasu, let your feelings run free... ]

So, what do you like about being friends with her?

[This was, without a doubt, the worst idea he's ever had. Can he go back in time about fifteen minutes and punch himself on the way to Lupin's door, so he doesn't do this? That sounds great. He's ready to put his head down and give up, but he'll just slouch with his elbows on the table instead.]

She doesn't think I'm an idiot. [Which is a wild and crazy concept for some of you, he knows!!] She's nice, I can make her laugh... y'know, just stuff.

[ ah, youth... Lupin nods attentively. As this goes on, he realizes he's never actually written a poem before. Just calling cards, mainly. But how different could they be?! He has confidence in his own charm and flair. Also, Okuyasu's answer is so pure that he feels more enthusiastic about helping, despite his nap being interrupted for this. ]

All right... Okay. We can work with that, I think. [ a pause; he nods to himself again. ] The first few lines should be something that gets her attention and sets the tone. Maybe even just her name for the first one. Like... 'Cardia / Your laugh, like the song of birds / in the early morning sunrise of your smile.'

[ oh damn, he's good at this, he's totally gonna use that line on cardia the next time he sees her. also, he says that with a totally straight face. lupin doesn't know shame when it comes to these things. ]

[It's only slightly less embarrassing when Lupin starts in with his own poem; Okuyasu thinks maybe he can, indeed, survive this interaction without bursting into flame. But that poetic style? Hmm. Kinda flowery for his taste.]

Who's Cardia, your girlfriend or something? [Maybe Lupin is just a huge creep, who knows!!] That's kinda showy... and it doesn't rhyme.

[Okuyasu lives and dies by the AABBCC rhyme scheme, to no one's surprise. If it's not a list of rhyming couplets with the occasional awkward end rhyme, he's not feeling it. Speaking of, and he is not looking Lupin in the eye when he asks this, so help him...] What rhymes with Ochako?

[ everything lupin does is flowery, unfortunately. ]

A poem doesn't have to rhyme, you know. [ but it sounds like that's what Okuyasu wants, so he'll keep that in mind!! ] And no, although I wouldn't mind if she was. She's a close friend of mine from back home.

[ he's very frank about his feelings for her, at least when she's not around to hear them... he wouldn't burden her with them unless he was sure they were reciprocated, which he isn't. But she's not the girl in question here - it's Ochako. Lupin doesn't know who that is, but you can practically see the telltale "Lupin will remember that" flashing in the corner when Okuyasu says her name... ]

Uh. That's a tough one, actually. "Snow?" "Flow?" Maybe "rainbow," if you're clever about it.

[Damn, he's forward... Okuyasu is almost impressed. What's with confident guys? And even not so confident guys, like Koichi?! When will Okuyasu's day come...

Definitely not from this shitty poem he's trying to write, if he can't get past rhyming the first word, not that this is a romantic gesture. He gives Lupin a look, judging his rhyme choices.]

Don't count too much on me being clever, dude.

[He'll write some words down... that rhyme... this is going great.]

[ he clicks his tongue. ]

Come on, don't say that. You're usually so confident.

[ judge his rhyme choices all you want, okuyasu, you're the one who asked!! ]

After that, the main part should be stating your intentions... Or, in this case, expressing your gratitude for her company.

[Wow, thanks... Okuyasu just gives him a look, not quite a glower because his heart's not in it. Yeah, yeah, whatever!!

He writes down "grat," stares, crosses it out and writes "thanks." Perfect.]

How long d'you suppose that oughta be?

[ good job, okuyasu. ]

Not too long. Brevity is important! And you don't want to bore miss Ochako. Not more than two or three stanzas as a whole poem, I'd say.

[Two, then... let's not get crazy here, Lupin...]

I don't think she'd be that bored... [she likes all the other stuff he gives her?! important detail.]

Reading long poems is an uncommon hobby, I'd say. Although I don't actually know this girl, so I guess she could be one of those uncommon few.

[ she did apparently ask Okuyasu to write one for her, so maybe she is?! ]

More than that, the message you're trying to send is pretty straightforward. [ pause. ] You could include something about the future in your poem. How you'd like to... stay friends.

[ he tilts his head just slightly, amused. ]

[thank god he doesn't know her, this is the only blessing, he feels about 2% more relaxed now--]

Yeah, sure... [He writes down "future," frowning thoughtfully. This would be the shoujo moment he stops and has a realization about ~staying friends~ if he were not already so... incredibly embarrassed by the entire poetry experience. Lupin's otome guidance is somewhat effective.

He considers his notes... and deems them worthy. Nice. Of course he's not going to write a whole sappy poem in front of this fancy boy, but - neato.]

How about the end?

[ hell yeah!!

he can't actually tell how seriously Okuyasu is taking him, but he is writing, so he must be getting something out of this, right? Right. ]

The end... [ on a calling card, that's just leaving his signature... poems are different. How do poems end? Lupin is flying by the seat of his pants here. ] Something that will keep her thinking about what you said. Something unexpected, maybe! If you could connect it back to what you started with, that would be even better.

[Lupin... this lesson plan could use work. Okuyasu taps his dorky notes significantly.]

You told me to start with her name, isn't ending like that kinda dumb? "Ochako, blah blah blah, Ochako"? I'm not trying to get laughed outta town.

[She will definitely laugh at him anyway, no matter what, but there are degrees of laughing he can endure!! Please understand his struggle.]

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WHY ARE YOU AWAKE

ya girl don't work sundays??? why are YOU awake

because....... i'm stupit

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