When I See You Again (Tom Nook x Crazy Redd)

Chapter 4: Coping.

A few weeks later, Potato stands on the ship, wearing a blue casual kimono and a mage hat, just staring at the tarp door, the song K.K. Lament playing from inside. Somehow, Redd detects Potato's presence,

"What are you doing out there?" Redd asks, his voice muffled from the confines of his boat, and sadness.

"Can I come in?" Potato asks, similar to that of a mother to a heartbroken daughter who recently got dumped.

"Why do you need to ask? The doors a tarp."

"Can I though?"

"... Yeah..."

Potato rolls up the tarp and enters, Redd not in sight, on the floor are a bunch of bells, random trash, and a few bottles of a substance that possess properties of intoxication,

"Redd, where are ya? I can't talk to you if I can't see you."

Potato hears a loud thunk in response, he looks to see another tarp door with Redd on the ground. He looks disheveled, he's dirty, and smells bad, his apron covered with various stains some Potato has no idea what it could be, and has some idea of but doesn't want to dive into it.

"What is it Potato?"

"You usually call me cousin."

Redd sighs, "What is it, cousin."

"Feelin' not as cash money as usual?"

"I wonder what gave it away." Redd says sarcastically.

"The music."

Potato starts cleaning up, starting by picking up all the belles on the ground and putting it into a belle sack on the ground. He hands the sack of belles to Redd.

"Oi, I said the stuff was free you don't need to pay anything."

"We're in a capitalist country dude, it ain't mine if I don't pay for it."

Redd takes the belles and throws them in another random direction. It flies and hits another wall, this time punching a hole through it, luckily the bag was secured and didn't explode,

"Let me wallow in my void of sadness in peace please." He says laying down on the floor.

Potato continues to clean, picking up some strewn about plastic bags and filling them with garbage,

"Ay, it's my job as Resident Representative to make everyone on this island happy."

"I'm not a part of your town."

"In a way you are. You do business here and periodically make contributions in the form of your paintings."

"Most of them are bootlegs though."

"Which I notice."

"How? You some sort of art sufficienado?

"Nope! But I have Google!" He says waving his phone tauntingly.

"You smooth criminal."

Potato finishes up cleaning, the room now looking less like a garbage dump. He stands over Redd,

"Get up and take a shower, ya got some stank."

"No."

"Come on."

"No."

"I will lift you."

"Ha! You can't lift for sh-ohwhattheheck."

Potato lifts him by the scruff of his neck as if he was a baby kitten and drags him out of the boat and onto topside,

"What are you-"