#the sheer crackery of that one >>>>> the dryness of this one-

[deus-ex-mona]

Even Our Private Lives Are Great Too!: Epilogue

in which aizo of lipxlip hosts a radio show with some average joe

previous part (chapter 7)

A few days later—.

Aizo & Yujiro: “Welcome Julieta” to LIPxLIP Radio.

Aizo: Good evening, I’m Aizo.

Yujiro: And I’m Yujiro.

Yujiro: Let’s get right to business by reading some fanmail, yeah?

Yujiro: “The other day, I read that you guys had performed at a live on the spur of the moment…”

Aizo: Eh? A spur of the moment performance? What in the world could they be talking about, Yujiro?

Aizo responded to the sentence in the letter with exaggerated surprise, which had probably been due to the fact that their agency had explicitly told them not to acknowledge their last-minute performance.

Yujiro: (His acting is laughably bad… But I guess I’ll just follow his lead for now.)

Yujiro: I’m not too sure myself… But all I can say at the moment is…

Yujiro: It’d be great if the staff at the live with the last-minute performers didn’t get into trouble because of them.

Aizo: And so? Sorry, but could you read the rest of the letter?

Yujiro: Hmm… “Do you get along well with FT4?”.

Yujiro: “As a fan of LIPxLIP, I get really happy when I see you guys befriend others.”

Yujiro: …Thank you. Ah, we get along as long as we’re off the stage.

Yujiro: We’ve met up for meals several times, and we’ve also participated in lessons together.

Yujiro: In fact, we met up for a meal with YUI and FT4’s DJ, IV, just the other day.

Aizo: Yup, yup. All of you know how much YUI loves ramen, right? So, y’know…

Aizo: All of us ate ramen normally at first. But then, for some reason, I, and I alone, was dragged off for super spicy tanmen after that…

Yujiro: You were pretty out of it when you guys returned, weren’t you, Aizo? It was quite the funny sight.

Aizo: You think? You didn’t eat it, so you don’t understand my pain at all.

Aizo: It was suuuper spicy! Wait, no, the word “spicy” doesn’t cut it! Eating it was a really painful experience!

Yujiro: It was a painful experience, hm?

Aizo: Though, I was able to talk about all kinds of things with YUI when I was alone with him—.

Yujiro: Really? What did you guys talk about?

Aizo: Y’know, stuff that even we talk about.

Aizo: Like, you know that feeling that you’re coming down with a sore throat that you get the day before a live or a recording session? We talked about stuff like that.

Yujiro: Ah—... I know that feeling too...

Aizo: YUI said that he’d “Eat spicy foods!” whenever his throat is sore. “That way, I’ll be able to sing even better!”, he’d claimed.

Yujiro: Eh? Where’s the logic behind that…?

Aizo: I have zero clue as to what he means either. But I think he’s talking about relieving tension in the throat or something?

Aizo: I’m pretty sure that eating spicy foods would only make your throat hurt even more, though… Just how strong is his throat anyway?

Aizo: …Anyways, do you guys get sore throats real often? The two of us do, y’know?

Yujiro: Though, if you guys do get sore throats, please don’t be like YUI, okay?

Aizo: On that note, you were alone with IV, weren’t you, Yujiro?

Aizo: What did you guys talk about? Did he tell you secret info about FT4 or something?

Yujiro: Of course not, stupid.

Yujiro: But, hmm… About that…

Yujiro: (What we talked about… huh…)

IV: Regarding my dream…

IV: One of my dreams has… Already come true, I think.

Yujiro: …That’s a secret.

Aizo: Eh?! Why?! Can’t you at least tell me the gist of what y’all talked about?!

Yujiro: (Don’t wanna. I want to keep it a secret between myself and IV.)

Yujiro: Well, I may tell you about it someday, okay?

Aizo: Huh?! You’re as stingy as always!

Yujiro: Do you mean to say that I’m usually stingy, or something?

Aizo: Am I mistaken?

Yujiro: Completely and utterly.

Aizo: But, hey, listen to this, Julieta. Just the other day, Yujiro was—.

The recording of the radio programme continued on at a good tempo. Following that, Aizo pestered Yujiro to “Tell me what you talked about with IV!”, but that was a story for another time—.