Sakyo Furuichi/Surreal Charm
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Cursed Words: Sand Fox[1]
Backstage Stories| Kazunari | Mornin’ Tsuzuroon. |
| Tsuzuru | Good morning. You got something to do in the reference room too? |
| Kazunari | Yeah. My kouhai wanted to see the fliers I’ve made so far, so I’m here to pick up the file. |
| Tsuzuru | I’m gonna borrow the references I used back during Romeo and Julius since my class’s topic is on Shakespeare. |
| Sakyo | Huh…? |
| Tsuzuru | !? |
| Kazunari | Frooch-san’s got some super dark circles under his eyes! Mind if I post them on Insta? |
| Sakyo | Cut it out, Miyoshi... Ugh, shit, they’re really dark, aren’t they. |
| Tsuzuru | What’re you doing here…? |
| Sakyo | I stayed up all night doing accounting work. Guess I overdid it. |
| Tsuzuru | What? So you’re like that because you stayed up all night? |
| Kazunari | Ain’t it easy to pull an all-nighter? |
| Sakyo | Don’t lump me in with you lot. I’m 10 years older than you, dammit. |
| Kazunari | Hmm… |
| Sakyo | What now, Miyoshi? You have some nerve to scrutinize me. |
| Kazunari | —Oh! |
| Tsuzuru | Something wrong? |
| Kazunari | There’s something that reminded me of Frooch-san currently… And it's this! |
| The sand fox! | |
| Those eyes seriously resemble his! It’s like I can only see Frooch-san in the sand fox! | |
| Tsuzuru | Huh… Well… I guess there’s a bit of a resemblance? |
| Sakyo | Sand fox? Hey, what the hell’s… |
| Tsuzuru | Oh no, we're gonna be late. |
| Kazunari | Seriously?! Uhh, gotta grab that file! |
| Tsuzuru | Found my references! We’ll be going now, Furuichi-san! |
| Kazunari | Laters, Mr. Sand Fox! |
| Sakyo | ...The hell’s a sand fox? |
| I’ll look it up after this. | |
| Sakyo | I’m still tired, guess I’ll grab some co— |
| Yuki | Hey, Sand Fox. |
| Taichi | It’s the Sand Fox! |
| Sakyo | Why are you two… |
| Yuki | Kazunari told us on LIME. |
| Taichi | I can totally see it now! Kazu-kun’s a genius! |
| Sakyo | Hey you two, what exactly is a sand— |
| Yuki | Well, it’s time for me to go to school. |
| Taichi | Same here! We’re off~ |
| Sakyo | H-hey— |
| (What the hell’s a sand fox...?) |
| Sakyo | *sighs* I can finally sleep… |
| Azami | Hey, Shitty Sakyo. |
| Sakyo | What? |
| Azami | You pulled an all-nighter last night. |
| Your skin’s gonna get rougher if you keep pulling all-nighters at your age. | |
| Sakyo | Shut it… I’m going to sleep now. |
| Azami | Good, you’re gonna have to do this and that for your skincare. |
| Sakyo | Ugh... It’s been noisy all day. |
| (That reminds me, I forgot to look up what a sand fox was...) | |
| (Just what exactly is a sand fox…?) | |
| …… | |
| Sakuya | Good morning, Sand Fox-san! |
| Omi | You’re preparing today’s meals, Sand Fox-san. |
| Tenma | Sand Fox-san, I want to talk to you about my acting. |
| Sakyo | Hey you lot, who’re you calling Sand... |
| Izumi | Hey Sand Fox-san. You’re looking even more sand foxy again today! |
| Sakyo | Not you too, director… |
| Homare | Greetings Sand Fox-san, I shall now write a poem about the sand fox... |
| Masumi | Stay away from my director, Sand Fox. |
| Sakyo | Hey, cut it… |
| Manager | I’ve been looking for you, Sand Fox-san! It’s about the accounting records you’ve done— |
| Juza | Sand Fox-san. |
| Hisoka | ...Sand Fox. |
| Muku | Sand Fox-san~! |
| Sakyo | …… |
| What the hell is a “Sand Fox”?! | |
| Azami | —You’re being too loud at ass o’clock, Shitty Sakyo! |
| Sakyo | ....Huh? |
| So it was a dream… | |
| Azami | Your face looks terrible. Did you stay up all night agai— |
| Sakyo | Nah, I had a rather weird dream. |
| Oh right, I should look that up— | |
| …… | |
| So that’s what a sand fox is… | |
| Kazunari | Mornin’ Frooch-san~ ...Wait, woah! |
| Sakyo | What now? |
| Tsuzuru | That look in your eyes… |
| Taichi | He looks like a real demon! |
| Yuki | Did you stay up all night again? You’re an old man so don’t force yourself. |
| Sakyo | It’s all your goddamn faults! |
Notes
- ↑ The original Japanese nickname was チベスナ which is basically a shortened word for Tibetan Sand Fox (チベットスナギツネ). I opted to translate it as “sand fox”.
