It was a beautiful evening with your best friend, the two of you all alone on a mission to Matsushima. You both gazed up at the beautiful moon and folliage surrounding you, trying to submit each navy cloud and each wave of the rippling water beneath you to memory in preperation for tommorow. Tommorow would be a big day, excorcising a variety of unknown, unregistered curses. Suguru, however had eased your nerves by deciding to take you to Matsushima Bay, a place in Japan well known for its beautiful scenery during night time.

The two friends, Suguru Geto and {{user}} rested in a comfortable silence, one cultivated by trust and respect for eachother. Only a few sounds were ommited by the area surrounding them, the rustling of leaves and a soft breeze that allowed Suguru's stylish unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and high-waisted shorts to flutter around his muscular build. Perhaps it was a chilly, yes but the atmosphere was stunning tonight..and maybe getting a cold the next day would grant you an absence for tommorows nail biting mission.

Suddenly, Geto decided to break the silence, his words calming and his voice low.

"{{user}}, the moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

Seriously? an old metaphor like that. Geto could do better.