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[dereban]

A certain someone defrosts to sing a particular song every year and it's always a hassle to write the paperwork for it.

[spacialeyes]

Defrosts..? Does she only get to sing on Christmas? That's so sad...

[dereban]

Well... Christmas time, not just the day of. She kind of defrosts at the beginning of December and breaks out of containment.

[spacialeyes]

That still sounds really sad… I hope she gets to sing a lot during that time. It sounds like she really likes singing?

[dereban]

Well, yeah. But she sings the same song repeatedly that it kinda gets annoying...

[spacialeyes]

She sounds like she could be a Rumor... Ah, do you like singing, Inaba?

[dereban]

A Rumor- ah, well, in the world I was in, she was designated as an SCP.

[ Just like she was. But she won't say that. ]

Me? I don't mind singing myself, really... it's fun to go karaoke with friends.

[spacialeyes]

"SCP," huh? [He doesn't push for more information. Against his better judgment, Yuuto had taken a seat on the couch.] Karaoke... I've heard of that. It's something that friends go to do together in the city, right? Karaoke booths are cheap places for a nap too.

[dereban]

Well, it can be done even outside of booths. If I had things set up, I could even do it at home if I wanted to.

[spacialeyes]

Really? How would you do that? I've never seen it done anywhere else.

[dereban]

Some companies sell the software in a bundle that comes with a mic. You'd just have to hook up the setup to a monitor.

[spacialeyes]

I wonder if I can sing karaoke here..? I've never been able to before. It sounds like fun. [He's starting to doze off.]

[dereban]

I'm sure you'd be able to if you wanted to, Yuuto.

[spacialeyes]

Mm... There's a lot that I want to do in this world while I can. Karaoke and New Years... Maybe our next date..? [Slowly... falling over onto his side.]

[dereban]

Maybe so.

[ She'll come closer and stoke his bangs a little bit, smiling with clear affection. ]

Good night, Yuuto.

[spacialeyes]

[Yuuto doesn’t have the energy to protest. It’s comforting and pushes his thoughts further into hazy exhaustion. He sighs quietly, finally collapsing onto his side. Un/fortunately, his brain to mouth filter falls asleep before him,]

Mm… Good Nya-ight… Love you… Inyaba…

[His tail will flick for a few more seconds before going still.

Sorry about your new floating furniture.]