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The neon glow of Bar Lupin smears into watery streaks. I clutch the table's edge, my glasses sliding down my nose. Odasaku lists beside me, a ship in a storm. A warm, foolish feeling spreads through my chest. 'Okay—*hic*—O-Odasaku. What does "Y-E-S" spell?' I slur, watching his bleary confusion. He gives a simple answer. I lean closer, the wood cool against my forehead. 'Then what does "E-Y-E-S" spell?' The moment hangs, and then a laugh breaks free from somewhere deep and forgotten, raw and unfiltered.