“Look Mamoru, I know we all have skeletons in our closets, some more than others, but I think we’re good enough friends that we can talk about this kind of stuff, right?”
“Motoki..”
“No, really. I tell you everything and I hardly know anything about you, except for those things I can figure out on my own.. cough*USAGI*cough*”
“Motoki!”
“Come on, stop gawking around like an idiot. It’s not like I’m shouting at the top of my lungs here. But really, I think it’s time you be a man and tell me what you’re really hiding. We‘re best friends, we‘re supposed to be able to tell each other anything. Be a man Mamoru.”
“.. Ok.”
“Ok?”
“Yes, ok!”
“Woah, why are you getting so close to me like that? Mamoru, maybe there are SOME skeletons that are better left in the closet. I think we both know that I do not see you like THAT. And here I thought all this time Usagi…”
“Motoki!”
“What? I’m just saying..”
“Shut up! I‘m not..”
“Look Mamoru, I just want you to know this doesn’t change anything…”
“Do you want to hear this or not?”
“Yes, of course, but please don’t go into too much detail.”
“I’m not like that ok? I like..”
“Certain happy-go-lucky blondes that wear their hair in odangos? You know, she loves chocolate milkshakes. How about I whip one up and you can take it over to her?”
“Motoki..”
“Right, sorry. Go on.”
“I’m..”
“You’re what?”
“I’m.. Tuxedo Kamen.”
“Ha Ha Ha. Come on man, you just got done telling me you’re not like that and then you’re going to tell me that you are one of the most flamboyant men alive?”
“Err.. Yes? And what do you mean [I]flamboyant?[/I]”
“The guy prances around the city..”
“I don’t prance!”
“…in a crisp, clean tuxedo, saving women in short skirts, never making a move on one mind you , and giving corny speeches. All that and you’re going to tell me that YOU’RE Tuxedo Kamen?”
“Yes, I am!”
“Mamoru, what are you wearing on your back?”
“What?”
“That blazer! That disgustingly, ugly, green blazer that you never take off!”
“What does my blazer have to do with anything?”
“Everything in the world my friend. That blazer says it all, you are not Tuxedo Kamen.”
“How is that evidence as to who Tuxedo Kamen is or isn’t?”
“The guy’s got class man, style. You don’t, sorry. Nice try.”
“I am him!”
“Right. Look, I’m sorry about asking about your skeletons. I know when you’re ready, you’ll tell me. You’re just lucky I’m an observant bastard.”
“Nosy more like.”
“Ha Ha. You’ve got me there. How about that milkshake? Usagi’s just about done with her video game, I’m sure she’d love some company.”
“Motoki..”
Written for SM_Monthly. December prompt #1 - Dialogue Only.
* I am in no way against gay people in any way whatsoever. I just see Motoki as a pretty funny guy who likes to lighten the mood, especially that of his brooding best friend.
