Beatrix: It's nice to sit and eat lunch with you.
Cid: Uh huh.
Beatrix: An outdoor table filled with burgers. A clear stream of water flowing in the canal. The gentle wind. Two people eat together. A beautiful day, isn't it?
Cid: It's sure it.
Beatrix: Hm.
Cid: *Opening his notebook*
Beatrix: How is school?
Cid: Classes are great.
Beatrix: I see.
Cid: Uh huh.
Beatrix: *Taking a bite*
Cid: *Doodling*
Beatrix: *Chewing*
Cid: *Doodling*
Beatrix: *Chewing*
Cid: *Frowning. Erasing the content.*
Beatrix: *Drinking*
Cid: *Scratching his head. Doodling*
Beatrix: *Staring*
Cid: *Doodling*
Beatrix: Cid...
Cid: Hm?
Beatrix: Were you ignoring me?
Cid: I wasn't ignoring you.
Beatrix: Then, are you listening?
Cid: I'm listening.
Beatrix: You are?
Cid: I am.
Beatrix: Really?
Cid: Really.
Beatrix: I see. You are listening.
Cid: Yeah. I'm listening.
Beatrix: What are you drawing?
Cid: An idea I've never thought possible.
Beatrix: What is that?
Cid: The new height of fantasy and adventure mixing with a little reminiscence from a time once past.
Beatrix: That looks like an interesting concept.
Cid: It is interesting.
Beatrix: Is it for an assignment in your art class?
Cid: Not really.
Beatrix: Can I see it?
Cid: Yes. But only when the time comes.
Beatrix: Now I'm very curious.
Cid: *Smiling. Grab a burger and eat.*
Beatrix: How long I should wait until that time?
Cid: I can't say for sure. Probably a while, I'm struggling to come up with a specific characteristic for this.
Beatrix: Specific characteristic? Like a theme...for this work?
Cid: Yeah, that! It's something like that!
Beatrix: What do you have in mind?
Cid: I'm thinking of an existence with a blurry presence at first, then it slowly becomes more prominent while the insight is still engulfed by a dense layer of mystery. At the same time, it's robust and raw in nature.
Beatrix: That's quite a strange description. I'm not sure if I've ever heard or seen something like that.
Cid: Exactly.
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Identity
HumorCid was being...Cid on a Saturday night. He came up with an idea that would soon cause a huge misunderstanding.