Happy Birthday, Azusa!
Marx: Yo, Azusa.
Azusa: Oh, Marx. Glad that you came.
Marx: So, what did you want?
Azusa: Well, just saying thanks for the hard work. *smiles*
Marx: Oh....... *goes into deep thinking*
Azusa: *confused* Is there something wrong, Marx?
Marx: Ah, well, it's nothing. Just deja vu.
Azusa: I see..... *faces the sunset* Marx, can I ask you a question?
Marx: Um.....sure? *shrugs*
Azusa: Do you.....believe that there is someone "destined" for you?
Marx: *startled* ....H-huh?
Azusa: You know, that two people are destined to be together for the rest of time.
Marx: Well.......I'm not really sure. I guess I believe.
Azusa: Really? (Azusa's mood goes up a little)
Marx: Y-Yeah. There's tons of people out there. One person's gotta be the best match for another, I believe.
Azusa: Y-Yes...
Marx: But, I guess I'm also not sure about that. How does someone know that the person in front of them is for him?
Azusa: I....I'm not sure myself. I guess you just feel it when it comes.
Marx: ........You're probably right. Knowing fate, it'll come when it does.
Azusa: Yes. *smiles* So Marx, do you feel........*slight blushing*......that you've met your destined someone?
Marx: *surprised* H-Huh? A-Ah, well.... I-I'm not really sure and.....
Azusa: Because......I feel like I have. *looks at Marx at a serious manner
Marx: (Marx turns around in a fast manner. He stops and sweats as his face reds)
Azusa: .....*giggles* Never mind, then. Thanks for coming over here again.
Marx: *tries to make a neutral face* Sure. No problem.
