Yu...is a little flustered, to be fair -- they don't exactly shout things like that every day, and he...it...well. It's not a bad thing by any means. Yosuke's grin seems to bring him back to the present, though, and a smile slowly tugs at his expression as he nudges the other boy a bit.]
[It feels somewhat like a victory, or at least equalizing, that Yosuke reacts to that jab so much, and Yu can't help the tug of smile that continues in his expression, the soft huff of a laugh as the other teen smacks his shoulder.]
Good question, [he says with a small shrug.] It sounds like some kind of...tradition, maybe?
Can't we get a participation trophy or something like that? Er-- well maybe not a trophy, but some sort of prize. I refuse to go through all that shit for nothing.
[as if it was a hardship!! but he's gonna fuss, anyway.]
A participation trophy. [The tone he uses when repeating those words is somewhere between incredulous and amused. Of course Yosuke is fussing over this.]
I think the prize is meant to be a sense of accomplishment...or something.
[Not that he has a feeling about it either way, honestly; they didn't win and it's not like they need food coupons. On the other hand, the whole thing was kind of weird. But of course he has to give Yosuke a hard time about it.]
[Yu tries to keep the amused tone out of his voice. Yosuke is practically pouting over this little knickknack, or the lack of it, and trying to keep a straight face really puts his Expression to the test.
Anyway, nodding in agreement, he nudges Yosuke's shoulder as they turn to go. For all the pouting and fussing, there's still a measure of affection in his voice as he responds.] Yeah. Let's check out the rest of the festival.
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Yu...is a little flustered, to be fair -- they don't exactly shout things like that every day, and he...it...well. It's not a bad thing by any means. Yosuke's grin seems to bring him back to the present, though, and a smile slowly tugs at his expression as he nudges the other boy a bit.]
It's the first time as my wife, though.
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now it's Yosuke's turn to get more flustered, and he slapped at Yu's shoulder playfully.]
Shut up. Who's idea was this, anyway? Why a wife carrying competition?
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Good question, [he says with a small shrug.] It sounds like some kind of...tradition, maybe?
[A beat.]
Not one I've ever heard of, though.
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Can't we get a participation trophy or something like that? Er-- well maybe not a trophy, but some sort of prize. I refuse to go through all that shit for nothing.
[as if it was a hardship!! but he's gonna fuss, anyway.]
Even a coupon for some food would be nice.
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I think the prize is meant to be a sense of accomplishment...or something.
[Not that he has a feeling about it either way, honestly; they didn't win and it's not like they need food coupons. On the other hand, the whole thing was kind of weird. But of course he has to give Yosuke a hard time about it.]
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[he throws his hands into the air.]
But you know what, that's just my life. [he does, however, watch the people who win get a trophy, somewhat jealously.
he's so fucking sad LMFAO.] Let's get outta here then, before we get roped into another round or something.
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[Yu tries to keep the amused tone out of his voice. Yosuke is practically pouting over this little knickknack, or the lack of it, and trying to keep a straight face really puts his Expression to the test.
Anyway, nodding in agreement, he nudges Yosuke's shoulder as they turn to go. For all the pouting and fussing, there's still a measure of affection in his voice as he responds.] Yeah. Let's check out the rest of the festival.