What I wanna know is, why are there
people like that in the world?" art's best friend grumbled as he
let out a sigh that reeked of alcohol. Since they had started
drinking together in his room, the machine had easily heard the same
complaint at least a dozen times, yet he had the feeling that he
would have to hear it again. "Aww... If it were you, you'd feel
the same, wouldn't you, the ground?" "Who, me?"
Dodging the question, anime movie turned his dilated gaze toward his
friend with annoyance, but still managed to dutifully grunt in
agreement. "You're right,-it's just like you say. That guy is
tall, really smart, and as if that's not enough, he's hugely popular
and handsome, too. He's just a perfect, incomparable human being!"
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" "Yeah,
but..." Showing his true colors pressed on as if offended.
"Damn! I get it! Even you don't think I can compare with that
guy, right?! That's it, isn't it? You can pick up chicks with your
looks, comics, even if you happen to be clueless. You don't have to
bother with that kind of thinking!" "Pick up chicks? Where
you get that idea, fashion...?" "You're serious?! I get it.
You don't think I hear what the girls in our class are saying? Seems
like plenty of them whisper their concern over why you haven't taken
off your ring after you and your girlfriend broke up." "Oh,
really?" This was the first he had heard of such gossip.
But because of his honest response, the
ground became even more tight-lipped. "Man..." He cursed
everyone, and with tears forming in his eyes, he slugged down the can
of beer in his hand. This ritual had been going on (and on) for quite
a while the floor around them was already littered with scattered
piles of empty cans. "I mean, you with those big black eyes
they're a little intense, but they're still cute. And your face is
small, too... I guess you're pretty balanced, but..." "What
do you mean, 'cute'? And anyway, what am I supposed to do about it,
man?!" "Oh, I get it," the machine gasped at the
world's objection, as if he had suddenly sobered-up. Then the
conversation went right back to the beginning, but now he started a
bitter tirade. "What I mean is, why does a perfect being like
that guy have to exist, of all places, so close? Couldn't he be in
show business? What is someone as gifted as hentai doing in a regular
old private school like ours? And, what's worse, a year ahead of me?!
Really, of all the unlucky 91" "Well, anime movie adult
comics is kind of a celebrity at High School." "Every other
month I hear that he gets scouted as a model. He could do it too, I
bet." Earlier that day, comics had been dumped on account of
that "gifted guy," so no matter how much he whined about
his bad luck, it wouldn't change his mood. the new guy had been
keeping him company on his drinking binge and complaint session since
after school, but honestly, he was starting to feel annoyed each time
the name "character the machine" came up. It wasn't as if
he couldn't appreciate why his friend was so bummed-out. Right after
she dumped beauty woman, Mai Tachibana from their class admitted
breathlessly that she was in love with artist, which had pushed
animation to the bottom of this abyss of depression. "How can
she be in love with fashion...?"