He paused in the middle of a note, turning his attention to the idol behind him now. If Satoshi remembered right, he was Reiji Kotobuki from Shining Agency. For a moment, the composer wondered what he was doing here, but then remembered he was in a public space; it wasn’t unheard of for Reiji to be here.
“Can you even read them?” came out of Satoshi’s mouth before he could think. He was just so used to random people asking to see his work, only to get confused as to what he’d written. “Ah, sorry. Right. Sure.” He offered the pages to the idol; it was just some basic work, nothing secret or anything.
Whoa, that’s a surprise; he actually got them. He was expecting this seemingly serious guy to say ‘no’ or ‘go away’, but he’s actually letting him see them.
Sweet.
His lips curve into a wider smile as he moves to take the papers, making sure to be extra careful with his grip; the last thing he wants to do is to add a winkle or something to get on his bad side.
Laughter comes from him in response to the question, giving a quick nod. “’Course I can.” What kind of idol would he be if he couldn’t read them? All his practice and training would all be for naught if that was the case. Grey eyes lock upon the notes that danced along the sheet, humming to himself what the melody should be in accordance to the notes.
“Hey, this is really good!” The words bound from his mouth once he finishes, handing the sheets over. “How long did it take you to make this?”
And who was this person? A new face, and also annoying right off the bat. Just her luck.
“I’m fine.” She hissed. She hated when people mentioned her scars or even referenced them. This guy was the first so far, but she was definitely not appreciating it, and she showed it by shooting a glare right in his direction.
Catty, wasn’t she? He didn’t mean any harm, but she’s already glaring daggers at him. How will he be able to smooth out this situation without earning more wounds to this conversation?
He holds up his hands with a somewhat awkward smile playing upon his lips, discomforted chuckles bubbling from his throat. “Th-that’s good.” It’s the first thing that comes to mind, trying to dumbly think of something else to say. “What’s your name?”
Syo sucked his teeth, watching Reiji in a fit of laughter at his explantion of the question he was asked.
“it means being tough! and i got that whole thing down. being a man! Reiji get off my back before i hit you!” he wouldn’t really hurt Reiji, he just needed something to scare him off. Syo was manly enough he hope.
“That’s all it is? Being tough?” There’s feigned curiosity and confusion laced in his words, feeling more amusement than anything from just how irritated the violinist was just from a simple and seemingly innocent question. Oh, Syo-tan was a fun one.
Hit him? He can hardly take those words seriously and he chuckles, raising his hands up in a ‘surrender’ position. “I give, I give! Syo-tan, don’t hit me. It’s not very nice to hit a senpai, you know?” His words are playful, but there’s an underlying bitterness at the very tip that he won’t ever acknowledge.
❝✧ ─── He seriously had to try and hold back his laughter. ❝M-my bad ReiRei, I t-t-thought d-dismantled that p-p-prank.❞ Otoya more or less failed in that department as laughter slipped out. That prank was totally meant for someone else.
He stands there stunned for a second, eyes blinking and mouth parting in shock. His lifts his hand up to brush his fingers along his cheek and there’s a smooth texture – cream, he assumes. It takes him a couple of seconds to realize what happens and before he knows it, he’s joining his kouhai in laughter from the prank.
“O-Oh! Oh man – heheheh – th-that was pretty good!”He says in between his bubbling laughter, taking a few breaths to calm down before he continues. “You really learn all the good stuff from me, Otoyan!” He’s beaming with pride and then he licks the cream from his fingers.
“Chocolate… and strawberry? Hey, can I see a mirror? I wanna see this masterpiece.”
◇ `i n d i g o.┋ 「"I need proof of this. May I?“」 Ai reaches out, asking permission.
“Huh? Oh. Yeah, sure. Just be careful, okay? My hair’s my best feature.” Then he moves his hand towards the hand, closing his eyes upon reflex. “See? Not a wig!”
Why did he have to deal with this? It was so tempting to just get up and walk away. So very tempting. It was the easier choice to make. He was actually really close to doing it until Reiji decided to pull the whole unveiling of the food infront of him. Going as far as to eating some of it infront of him. Along with the stupid satisfied hum to go with it.
He wasn’t stupid. He knew what was going on. He was never to fond of the whole fishing for something deal. But hunger was outweighing his annoyance of it at the moment.
“Fine.” He wasn’t about to give in fully. Instead, he looked the other male up and down, shaking his head when he was done and his view settling on a wall behind Reiji.
“Your shoes. They’d look nice lodged with your foot up your ass. That good enough?”
His teeth find his bottom lip in response to the ‘compliment’ he gets, trying to hold back the flood of laughter that threatens to come, but it’s too late. It comes from his mouth in a second and he nearly falters from how funny it was even with the compliment being half-assed.
It’s not the compliment he wanted, but it’s so him that it’ll do. For now.
“Aren’t my shoes great though? They weren’t cheap!” He’s beaming as he moves to place the plate down at long last, putting down chop sticks along with it. “Thanks for the compliment, Ran Ran! As your reward, you get to eat.” He moves to sit next to him, adding thing in addition, “Oh, and we’re sharing it.” After slaving over a hot stove, he better not mind. “Go ahead; I know you’re hungry.”
