Quite certain that he was blushing like a school girl, Yosuke buried his face in his hands and groaned. “Stop talking. I think I’m going to be nauseous with all these positive feelings you’re oozing.”
He felt the tips of the Fool’s fingers alight on his shoulder, but before either of them could react, the Chariot’s voice carried through the open door. The Fool’s hand sprung away immediately.
No? What about…
Yosuke surprised himself by stepping forward and taking the scarf instead. “I’ll do it.” When he returned to the Fool, he was met with a pleading stare.
“Please don’t do this to me,” he muttered, low enough so only Yosuke could hear.
“I’ve got to. It won’t be for that long, I promise.” The Fool lowered his head, and so Yosuke took that as the invitation to tie the scarf in place.
Or how about…
“Hey, can I tell you something?”
The Fool looked up from the illustration. “What?”
Debating for a moment if what he was doing was the best idea, Yosuke reached up and tugged at his hair nervously. “My name.”
“Why?” It wasn’t a question to disagree with him. It was spoken with confusion and a hint of excitement.
“You said it yourself. You don’t want to forget my face, right?”
The Fool scratched the back of his neck. Well, at least he looked embarrassed about what he had said.
“After this is all over,” Yosuke continued, forging on ahead before he could lose his determination, “we should… meet up or something. I mean, with the others too. If they’re down for it.”
“Abiding in the midst of ignorance, thinking themselves wise and learned, fools go aimlessly hither and thither, like blind led by the blind,” the Fool said suddenly. “He’s right. I never was the best choice.”
“Hey—” the Magician started, but he was cut off when the Fool grabbed his arm. “That’s just not fair.”
“I said it from the beginning, didn’t I?”
“I’m not going to just stop listening to you.”
A small, private smile twitched at the corners of the Fool’s mouth.
“Who are you?” The Emperor clenched his hands into fists at his side.
The strange man looked between them again. “I’m the Fool, of course!”
Slowly, as if a ripple from a stone thrown into a calm river, everyone turned to look back at the blindfolded Fool.
His chest was heaving, and his jaw was moving as he scrambled to gather his thoughts. “I’m the Fool,” he finally managed. He held out his wrist, the bracelet dangling from it. “0, The Fool.”
“Hmm that’s odd. I’ve got XXII, The Fool.” His gaze shifted back to Rise. “I take it you’re the Lovers?”
Unable to find the words, she simply nodded.
“Ahh, I thought you sounded cute on the phone. But man, you’re quite a looker aren’t you? It made me really sad that you didn’t come and find me right away after you said you would!”
“B-but, you weren’t on the map…” She was scrambling for an explanation, looking between the others as if they would have the answers for her. But the only one that could possibly know had a hard time keeping faces straight. “I found the Fool with the Magician…”
“You said you talked to her on the phone, Dude,” the Magician said, turning to the young man at his side.
“I—I didn’t know… I didn’t know—”
“Now now,” the new Fool said, raising his hands to try and placate them. “You can’t blame him. He looks like he’s got a lot on his plate right now, judging by the blindfold. Listen, if it’s easier for you, you can just call me Twenty-two and you can call him Zero—”
“No!” Justice shouted. “No, he can’t be Zero. He’s the Fool.”
The new Fool’s grin tightened just a bit at the edges. “Alright alright, fine, he’s the Fool. Just call me Twenty-two and we’ll leave it be.”
Laa-dee-daa never mind me, just playing with the fact that they have the same voice actor in the English version.