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[He'd considered doing video or voice when he'd made the decision to make this post, but no. He wasn't sure if he could control his facial expressions or voice while he did.]

Tsukiyama Shuu is gone, in case anyone was looking for him. He's off the contact list, so I assume he's gone home.

Just in case anyone wanted to know.

This place isn't very fair, is it?

[He hadn't meant to put that last part, but he'd hit 'post' before he could take it back.]

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[If anyone's near the beach in Olivine, Micchy is there, looking out at the sea and skipping rocks into it. He's got a Vulpix who's sitting and sunning herself and an Absol who doesn't seem to like this sun as much, but otherwise he's on his own.]

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[Ah.

Kaneki isn't sure how he feels about the fact that this is how he's just now finding out about this. After all...it had been a while since he and Tsukiyama talked. They'd been doing things over the Gear, and that had worked out just fine.

They never did get the chance to meet to talk in person. Now, they won't.

Funny how things work out that way, isn't it? In the end, maybe...that was for the best.]

You tried contacting him?

[It seems like a stupid thing to ask since he obviously did, or he wouldn't have made this post. But Kaneki can't think of anything more to say.]

Yes. He's not on the contact list anymore.

[Just to make sure, Kaneki takes a moment to check for himself before answering. And...well, he's not sure what else he was expecting.]

I see.

Thank you for saying something, Micchy-san.

Someone had to.

Even if we wish it didn't have to be said.

Yeah.

[...]

Are you alright? I didn't realize you and Tsukiyama-san were that close.

We didn't like have lunch every week or something, but he helped me a lot.

It's okay. I don't mean to pry, or anything...you don't have to explain. I'm sorry, though. The way people come and go so suddenly here is hard to deal with, sometimes.

[It's almost like losing a loved one, except...usually, you know they're going home, unless they weren't...still alive, before.]

It's okay. It really is hard to deal with.

Were you two... close, too?

We didn't have lunch every week or anything, but we did talk every now and then.

[It's a weak attempt at making things just a little more lighthearted, but...it doesn't really help.]

He helped me a lot too.

[It gets a slight chuckle on Micchy's end, at least.]

Oh.

... Sorry, then.

It's not your fault.

I just wish we had talked more before he left.

I guess... we can't go back, can we? Even if we want to. To redo things, I mean.

Unless something strange happens here to make that possible...we can't. I'm not sure trying to would be a good idea, anyway.

Yeah.

... I think I'm going to go to the beach for a little while. Maybe try to get my mind off of this...

That's probably a good idea. It would get you out of your own head for a while.

Talk to somebody if you need to though, okay?

[Maybe he'll take his own advice, too.]

... I'll try.

Keep in touch, all right? It's not like I'm far. ... Except when you're at work, I guess.

I will. No matter where I am, you can always message me. I'll get back to you.

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