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Who: Shinjiro
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva, Hospitality Deck
When: Current

[ The video starts, but it would be easy to assume at first that the young man featured in it was still asleep. He's got a grey beanie shoved over his eyes in a manner that was definitely intentional. But after a long moment, he groans and sits up, pulling the beanie up so he can see what he's doing. ]

...Ugh. Where...

[ He does notice the camera after a moment, and he freezes. It's with an entirely unhappy scowl that he turns away after a moment, looking around. ]

What the hell is this?

[ He didn't ask for this, and he definitely doesn't seem impressed to be the latest member of intergalactic reality television. ]

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Yes. He's . . . not too shabby, I suppose.

[ But no one is good enough for his Ghanima. ]

I let them keep the marriage once I returned from the desert. We will need heirs to the Atreides line.

[ And Dune won't be providing those heirs. Shinjiro nods slightly. ]

So are things going okay there?

I left it in capable hands. I doubt any particular upheaval will happen while I'm away.

[ And he'll enforce his peace with an iron fist. ]

Well, that's good. Maybe you'll have a little while to relax, then.

[ Says the guy who is pretty much entirely incapable of relaxing. ]

I know how to relax, unlike you, remember?

I don't need to relax.

[ He'll relax when he's dead. ]

I was not aware relaxing qualifies as a need.

[ Shinjiro groans and pinches the bridge of his nose. ]

Fine, then I don't want to relax.

[ There's a wealth of issues he's not going to touch on any further that this statement covers. ]

[ He sighs. ]

This again?

It never stopped.

[ Shinjiro sighs, his shoulders slouching slightly. ]

I wasn't trying to bring any of that up.

. . . I know.

[ It's a little disheartening, but unsurprising. ]

[ Just wait until Dune finds out about the jar of his own memories that Shinjiro's keeping in his inventory. ]

Maybe I'll give it a shot one day.

[ Relaxing, he means. ]

And how many days must be numbered before it happens?

[ He hesitates momentarily before answering. ]

I... don't know. I've never really thought about it.

[ Not to mention, he doesn't actually know how to relax. ]

Then perhaps now is the time to think about it.

[ He finds himself a seat on another bed. ]

Um...

[ He sits on his bed awkwardly, looking around. ]

...Okay?

[ He chuckles. ]

Come now. Put away the word relaxing for a while. What do you like to do?

[ Some of the tension leaves his shoulders at that. ]

...I like cooking. There... was a dog back home, I like walking him.

[ His expression softens. ]

I didn't know you had a dog.

[ His eyes light up, and a smile plays on his lips. ]

He wasn't really my dog. He lived in the dorm with everyone. Koromaru. He was a part of our team. We all took turns walking him, but I was always glad when it was my turn. We ended up spending a lot of time together when everyone else was at school.