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“And there! You have your own Juustagram account~!” Chikuma cheered as she handed Tone her very own phone.
“So this is how everyone stays connected now…” Tone gazed at the app in amazement.
“Okay, I have something to do with Shikikan-sama, so I’ll be back in a few hours. But now, you can always shoot me a message to let me know if anything happens.”
“You know, I’m supposed to be the older sister here. Yet here I am being treated like the younger one…”
“That’s only because I know more than you in this situation. You’ll always be my big sister~ Okay, I’ll see you in a bit!”
Waving Chikuma goodbye, Tone returned to Juustagram. She first scrolled through her sister’s post, seeing the fun she was having before looking at others. Minutes flew by as she stared at the various posts by those in and out of the port — lamenting that she couldn’t partake in the fun they all had.
A notification popped up on the top of her screen as a new post was shared. Tapping the banner, the bunny saw that it was a post by Ägir: a selfie of her with a fogged up mirror.
Aegir: I love cold showers.
P.Eugen: How did the mirror fog up if you took a cold shower?
Gneisenau: She said that she LOVES taking cold showers, not that she HAD a cold shower. If she had a cold shower, she would have said so!
FlugzeugträgerB: Even if she DOES enjoy cold showers, would it not be contradictory for me to say I love mustard and then show a picture of a bottle of ketchup?
Gneisenau: That is an unrelated hypothetical to the dilemma at hand, to engage with such would be to engage with a fallacy!
Mainz: You can’t object on the grounds of relevancy here. The principle of both situations is the same. She’s just illustrating the situation to prove that it’s deceptive.
Gneisenau: Are you claiming my client is a liar?
Mainz: I’m simply saying one can see in Exhibit A that she is not above attaching deceptive imagery to her statements. Let the record reflect that YOU brought up the word “liar”.
Gneisenau: My client has already stated that she had bathed in hot water, and THEN bathed in cold water. You failed to consider that both could be the case, yet didn’t hesitate to say she’s “above deceptive imagery”. Looking wildly unprofessional…
Mainz: At no point did she imply that she bathed in hot water. Her statement only implies that her water transitioned from hot to cold. I must say, no shower control system I’ve ever encountered starts on hot and moves to cold.
Gneisenau: You fail to consider the possibility that she took a hot shower, disliked it, and THEN took a cold shower to make up for it, thus, only enjoying the cold shower.
Mainz: If she knows that she loves cold showers, why on Earth would she start with a hot shower? There’s no way she’d wait the time required for the water to heat up if she knew she disliked hot showers!
Gneisenau: Where is it stated that she knew that she dislikes hot showers? Not only is that information trivial, it’s also ignoring the possibility that she wanted to try out a hot shower to see if she still disliked hot showers.
Eisen_Fight: If it was hot THEN cold, wouldn’t the cold water have unfogged the mirror?
Gneisenau: That’s… not how it works…
Eisen_Fight: Y-Yes it is! T-The cold would… U-U-UNevaporative it!
Bismarck: Order in the court! That is enough. The prosecution has a point, but neither side has enough evidence to support their claims. This trial shall be postponed until sufficient evidence has been gathered. Adjourned.
“I think I’ve seen enough Juustagram for today…” Tone admitted as she turned her phone off and laid on her bed. “There’s no way that this is how everyone behaves… Surely not.“
The sound of a notification on her phone made her return her attention to the device, only to be met with horror…
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“Leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone… Please…” Tone begged, curling up on her bed as she let the tears loose until she fell asleep.