Perhaps they were two of a kind, insane minds and all. Mysterious pasts they didn't exactly openly share--Ukon would never share his under the influence of alcohol. He didn't drink. It was not good for his heart, already failing as it was. Maybe once in a blue moon he'd steal a sip from Sakon's beer hanging around the house, but he would never drink even half a bottle or even a can by himself. However, Naruto was welcome to drink all he wanted. Ukon had no problem with drinking other than the fact that it would kill him faster than he already was dying.
"It's easier if you listen to the CD reading of it," commented Ukon. "I listened to it a couple of years ago when I started getting serious about learning the language. You'll go insane far less quickly." Smirking, he glanced up at the waitress and told her he'd like a decaf. coffee, four creams, one sugar. And then his attention was back on the blond in front of him.
"You're going to play Mr. Darcy?" asked Ukon, not sure if he was amused and wanted to laugh or take the other man's hand and wish him the best of luck. "That's tough. But if you'd like a production part, why don't you change majors?"
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