[ They better have. It's really good, okay? If Sena had his way he'd have more than a couple bites of it.
But true to his word he arrives, at SOYOKAZE right on schedule. It doesn't look too crowded at this hour, which is good, because no one else should see him in the middle of some mascot fitting.
[ He's wiping down some tables with his uniform on before he sees him entering the restaurant. The bell attached to the door rings gently as Sena is greeted by Miss Minamoto waving at Sena with a soft smile. Of course Takumi is the exact opposite, only a dubious expression. ]
Hey. [ He has to greet him somehow or he'll get nagged out. ] This way.
[ And he'll take him to the break room deeper into the restaurant, where Momo practically attacks Sena with a headbutt to the ankle. ]
[ Sena does know some manners, and he gives Takumi's mother a short bow before heading over to Takumi and following him into the break room and--
ACK, the dog. Sena is more of a cat person and it's not like he hates dogs, but Momo's assault almost makes him keel to the floor in surprise anyway. He does bend down to give the corgi a couple pats on the head and to squish its cheeks together. Cheeky mutt. ]
Are you sure he's housebroken, Minamoto? [ He's joking of course, but you never really know with Sena sometimes. ]
[ Momo is a Pomeranian, but he wishes he was as big as a corgi. His little tail wags as he gets pampered by Sena, nuzzling into his hand and licking them like they're tasty hotdogs. Takumi is searching through the drawers, pulling out these neatly folded clothes with furry accessories.
Rolling his eyes with a lopsided smile, he separates the costume pieces for easier wear. ]
Not here, but on your leg seems like a fine place.
[ It's because you're blind, Sena. Anyway, there's a good contrast of bright colors with a dark base in this stylized yukata. The haori and obi also have nice accents. These obviously top a fursuit. ]
A friend of my mom's, though I technically had to find the fabric for some of these. It was super tedious since they were so picky, but would only use expensive brands.
[ This must be the most expensive mascot costume Sena has laid his eyes on. Not that he's complaining. It's perfect for someone like him. An impressed smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he feels the fabric between his fingers. ]
I do need a bit of help putting on the obi, if you don't mind.
[ So he starts unraveling the obi, soft and silky in his hands. The patterns on it really give it an illusion of movement, but he doesn't do much with it. There's only silence that settles in the room. Momo is also just starting before tilting his head ]
So... Are you just going to stand there? Or are you going to try this on?
[ Impatient, aren't we... Sena takes no time in undressing himself, casually taking off his shirt and pants right in front of his classmate. It's not that he's shameless about this; he's already too used in dressing and undressing himself in front of people in the industry.
He spreads his arms out wide, waiting for Takumi to get the haori on him. There's something that's been bothering him for the past few weeks, actually, and maybe he can use him as a sounding board right now. ]
I have a question, actually. About those things we've been getting from the app nowadays.
[ And the colors vanishing but LET'S NOT GET INTO THAT RIGHT NOW, SENA'S STILL SO PISSED ABOUT IT ]
[ What a brat? Takumi doesn't rush him some more and instead dutifully dons the yukata on him. There's no pause before he wraps the obi around Sena's waist with a secure finish. The haori is next and he holds it out, but he tenses up at the mention of that god forsaken app. ]
... Yeah? What is it?
[ That dumb ugly monster pops up into his head almost instantly, but also their unfortunate adventures in Recolle. Haori is now on. Time for the ears. ]
[ The yukata's a snug fit, almost a little too snug, and Sena takes a mental note of that to tell Takumi later. This is still a fitting so it's not like Takumi's family already knows his sizes anyway.
He lowers his head and waits for Takumi to bless him with the furry ears. ]
Have you been getting any more of those flashback memories? 'Cause I've been getting them nonstop for the past month and I just don't want to deal any of that right now. It's been really annoying.
[ And yet he's bringing up... But Sena has to get this out of his system or else he'll go crazy. It's not like he can talk about this to just about anyone, since not everyone in the agency he's working in has the app, nor does the classmates in some of their shared classes.
[ He's not sure why... But as time ticks and Sena keeps pressing on about these weird hallucinomemories, he can feel his anxiety build up more than before. It almost feels like his hands are shaking a bit, but nothing too noticeable. The furry ears are pretty realistic and sit on a clear hairband, so he easily slides it onto his head. Black ears are simply the easiest to come across. ]
I can't say that I've been getting a lot of them.
[ So sorry, friend. Rubbing his neck awkwardly, he's obviously shaken and he's not sure why. Either way, he can just drive the focus on Sena instead. Maybe that will calm him down. ]
What are yours even about? The last time you mentioned them, you were apparently stalking someone.
[ He didn't even mention onii-chan. Be grateful. ]
So that means you only got one or two of them? Lucky.
[ He's gotten like what, five? And they don't seem to connect with each other so Sena's just stumped. Though he doesn't notice how anxious Takumi is and continues complaining. Have fun being his next sounding board this time around. ]
And for your information, I was not stalking somebody. [ At least he really hopes he doesn't -- he can still remember how obsessive he felt in the memory. ] I remembered a model who used to steal my jobs back then. At least that's consistent with what I'm doing right now.
[ Fuck Baren Kaiyou so fucking much. ]
But then there's something about a Duel, which I don't get. As in a battle?
[ He'll even smile a bit and pretend that's fine. Ushering reassurance that less really is better. He gestures his hand for Sena to move around, try to get comfortable in it. Sit down, stretch, etc, so he can tell him what needs to be relayed to the seamstress.
The last part gets a snort out of him. Now that's funny. ]
No offense or anything, but you don't look fit to be in any kind of duel. I can't even imagine you hiking. Actually, I think I can bruise you with a light punch.
[ Of course Takumi is thinking of the clash of swords kind of thing. ]
Are you saying I'm weak, Minamoto? I could slap you just as hard, you know. Don't test me.
[ Sena wouldn't imagine himself hiking either, especially in this hell weather. Pass.
But yeah, he is talking about a clash of swords kind of thing. Which is just as confusing. Stretching his arms out, tugging at the cloth, starts pacing round the room -- it's fine so far, though he'd still take note of the little things that are off in this outfit, such as how tight the waistline is. ]
It's odd because the other people who were participating in this Duel shit looked just like my age, and that we used to do these in the past. Like, what gives? Does this mean I was a kid soldier in my past life? Give me a break.
I'm not saying you're weak, I'm saying you're fragile.
[ He's not going to push it. Being slapped doesn't sound all too appealing. Leaning against the couch, he crosses his arms while making note of the stilted walk.
... He probably tied the obi too tight. Momo follows after Sena happily, even circling his ankles. Let him imagine Sena being a kid soldier. There's a sputter before he covers his mouth, an attempt to stifle a laugh. ]
You? A child soldier? [ Okay... But to be serious. ] Have you thought that maybe you were starring in a movie, kind of like the Famine Games? I can believe that.
I am not delicate. But... a past life as a movie star might not be so bad after all. I feel much better already.
[ Ah, if only he knew. The dog follows him around and Sena can't help but stroke his head with his foot. He can only be kind to animals, sorry not sorry. ]
It's still distracting though. What about you? Don't tell me you were just as good-goody as you are right now.
[ He's not really expecting Takumi to reciprocate, though it's only fair since Sena did share his to the class. And he's curious, to be honest. ]
[ He grows quiet because he thinks about maybe Sena's gladiator past life being real. Composed, calm, it's what he's used to displaying, but it's starting to crack under the weight of Recolle's strange happenings.
It doesn't help with slight prying, either. He actually doesn't want to talk about it, but it's only fair? ]
It's not much of a memory about myself, but about something I saw. It was a large monster with a helmet, hiding its face. There were bolts and chains on it, too. One is enough, but it seemed like they came in large numbers.
[ Strained, he's not even sure why he has such strong feelings against this monster, a mix of fear and deep hatred. ]
[ A cosplaying zombie? Huh. Can't judge their lifestyle before they turned into mindless brain-eaters. Sena goes to sit on an empty chair at the corner of the room, checking if he can sit right with this outfit. ]
Maybe you came from one of those post-apocalyptic shows. Like The Sleeping Dead. That's right up your alley, right?
Despite how good the show is, I don't think I want to live that kind of life.
[ But he guesses it would be funny to be a zombie. With how unrealistic it is, it's easy to disconnect from the idea, but he knows better than that. The flashing visions show in third person. That's enough from him; he already has to deal with the lack of sleep, talking about it will only steal what other solace he has. ]
It looks like it's tight around the waist. Come over here and I'll loosen the obi a bit.
[ Momo is still attacking Sena's ankles, pawing at it and nipping his shoes. As he waits here, there's an afterthought. ]
[ Despite Momo's weird enmity towards Sena's feet, he can never kick the pom away. It's fine, though he really wishes Takumi would've kept a cat instead. Much more manageable.
He stands up and goes over to Takumi for the obi-loosening. His sudden question does pique his interest though. ]
[ Momo likes Sena, okay? He just wants to play!! Takumi carefully readjusts the obj for more breathing room, making sure the folds are still tucked in securely so there will be no flashing within the vicinity. There's some minless unwrinkling of the haori, too. ]
Yeah. You might just be complaining, but I'm saying if there's anything actually bothering you... You can mention it, I guess.
[ A roundabout way of saying friends will be there for each other. This is still awkward, so he has to offset it with something. ]
Even if your eyes are grey now, that doesn't change.
[ THEY CAN PLAY LATER without his owner, yeah. Sena mulls over Takumi's words as the other boy makes some minor adjustments to the outfit, making it more comfortable for him to wear.
Sena... isn't the type to get close to people. Until now he's still kind of suspicious, but he knows that Takumi has good intentions. Which lowkey ticks him off because Sena usually hates that type of person.
But ah well. Sigh. ]
Fine, mom, I'll be sure to tell you whenever something comes up.
[ Though he's still not ready to tell him about his mysterious connection with the blond guy with the glasses. He's not a stalker, dammit!
He's not. ]
And that goes for you too, idiot. Just because I'm laying out my sad backstory for you, it doesn't mean that you shouldn't share anything to the class either. It's only fair.
[ This seems like a more intimate moment than merely fitting a costume, definitely a direction Takumi never intended. Still, being depended on is nice. Having someone to depend on is nice... Having friends is nice. He can't help but smile despite Sena's prickly exterior—he understands, kind of. They're both cacti.
He does snort at the last part, trying to cover it up with a hand and stifle the laugh about to come. He's only half successful because there's a snicker. ]
What? So I'm the only person you can talk to about this and you call me an idiot. You really know how to keep friends, Sena.
[ Can't even be mad about the idiot part. The word "friends" comes out naturally!! No doubts here and he doesn't feel weird saying it. ]
But thanks. Sometimes I forget to depend on people, so this is a nice reminder.
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whatever. i'll be here. i'm not even sure if we have any mackerel left.
and action!
But true to his word he arrives, at SOYOKAZE right on schedule. It doesn't look too crowded at this hour, which is good, because no one else should see him in the middle of some mascot fitting.
Anyways, where's Takumi? ]
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Hey. [ He has to greet him somehow or he'll get nagged out. ] This way.
[ And he'll take him to the break room deeper into the restaurant, where Momo practically attacks Sena with a headbutt to the ankle. ]
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ACK, the dog. Sena is more of a cat person and it's not like he hates dogs, but Momo's assault almost makes him keel to the floor in surprise anyway. He does bend down to give the corgi a couple pats on the head and to squish its cheeks together. Cheeky mutt. ]
Are you sure he's housebroken, Minamoto? [ He's joking of course, but you never really know with Sena sometimes. ]
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Rolling his eyes with a lopsided smile, he separates the costume pieces for easier wear. ]
He can go on command if you want to see that.
[ A joke, but also not a joke. It's true. ]
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[ Okay, time to let go of the corgi-pom. Can't really tell these breeds apart.
Standing up, he looks over the costumes and attires Takumi has laid out for him, stroking his chin in thought. Hm. ]
Huh. These actually look a lot better than the ones I used to wear. [ They don't seem itchy either. ] Who designed this?
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[ It's because you're blind, Sena. Anyway, there's a good contrast of bright colors with a dark base in this stylized yukata. The haori and obi also have nice accents. These obviously top a fursuit. ]
A friend of my mom's, though I technically had to find the fabric for some of these. It was super tedious since they were so picky, but would only use expensive brands.
[ So he swapmeet instead. ]
You know how to put this on by yourself?
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I do need a bit of help putting on the obi, if you don't mind.
[ is he uh. is he going to strip here or ]
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[ So he starts unraveling the obi, soft and silky in his hands. The patterns on it really give it an illusion of movement, but he doesn't do much with it. There's only silence that settles in the room. Momo is also just starting before tilting his head ]
So... Are you just going to stand there? Or are you going to try this on?
[ STRIP ALREADY ]
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[ Impatient, aren't we... Sena takes no time in undressing himself, casually taking off his shirt and pants right in front of his classmate. It's not that he's shameless about this; he's already too used in dressing and undressing himself in front of people in the industry.
He spreads his arms out wide, waiting for Takumi to get the haori on him. There's something that's been bothering him for the past few weeks, actually, and maybe he can use him as a sounding board right now. ]
I have a question, actually. About those things we've been getting from the app nowadays.
[ And the colors vanishing but LET'S NOT GET INTO THAT RIGHT NOW, SENA'S STILL SO PISSED ABOUT IT ]
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... Yeah? What is it?
[ That dumb ugly monster pops up into his head almost instantly, but also their unfortunate adventures in Recolle. Haori is now on. Time for the ears. ]
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He lowers his head and waits for Takumi to bless him with the furry ears. ]
Have you been getting any more of those flashback memories? 'Cause I've been getting them nonstop for the past month and I just don't want to deal any of that right now. It's been really annoying.
[ And yet he's bringing up... But Sena has to get this out of his system or else he'll go crazy. It's not like he can talk about this to just about anyone, since not everyone in the agency he's working in has the app, nor does the classmates in some of their shared classes.
Just assure him that he's not alone in this. ]
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I can't say that I've been getting a lot of them.
[ So sorry, friend. Rubbing his neck awkwardly, he's obviously shaken and he's not sure why. Either way, he can just drive the focus on Sena instead. Maybe that will calm him down. ]
What are yours even about? The last time you mentioned them, you were apparently stalking someone.
[ He didn't even mention onii-chan. Be grateful. ]
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[ He's gotten like what, five? And they don't seem to connect with each other so Sena's just stumped. Though he doesn't notice how anxious Takumi is and continues complaining. Have fun being his next sounding board this time around. ]
And for your information, I was not stalking somebody. [ At least he really hopes he doesn't -- he can still remember how obsessive he felt in the memory. ] I remembered a model who used to steal my jobs back then. At least that's consistent with what I'm doing right now.
[ Fuck Baren Kaiyou so fucking much. ]
But then there's something about a Duel, which I don't get. As in a battle?
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[ He'll even smile a bit and pretend that's fine. Ushering reassurance that less really is better. He gestures his hand for Sena to move around, try to get comfortable in it. Sit down, stretch, etc, so he can tell him what needs to be relayed to the seamstress.
The last part gets a snort out of him. Now that's funny. ]
No offense or anything, but you don't look fit to be in any kind of duel. I can't even imagine you hiking. Actually, I think I can bruise you with a light punch.
[ Of course Takumi is thinking of the clash of swords kind of thing. ]
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[ Sena wouldn't imagine himself hiking either, especially in this hell weather. Pass.
But yeah, he is talking about a clash of swords kind of thing. Which is just as confusing. Stretching his arms out, tugging at the cloth, starts pacing round the room -- it's fine so far, though he'd still take note of the little things that are off in this outfit, such as how tight the waistline is. ]
It's odd because the other people who were participating in this Duel shit looked just like my age, and that we used to do these in the past. Like, what gives? Does this mean I was a kid soldier in my past life? Give me a break.
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[ He's not going to push it. Being slapped doesn't sound all too appealing. Leaning against the couch, he crosses his arms while making note of the stilted walk.
... He probably tied the obi too tight. Momo follows after Sena happily, even circling his ankles. Let him imagine Sena being a kid soldier. There's a sputter before he covers his mouth, an attempt to stifle a laugh. ]
You? A child soldier? [ Okay... But to be serious. ] Have you thought that maybe you were starring in a movie, kind of like the Famine Games? I can believe that.
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[ Ah, if only he knew. The dog follows him around and Sena can't help but stroke his head with his foot. He can only be kind to animals, sorry not sorry. ]
It's still distracting though. What about you? Don't tell me you were just as good-goody as you are right now.
[ He's not really expecting Takumi to reciprocate, though it's only fair since Sena did share his to the class. And he's curious, to be honest. ]
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[ He grows quiet because he thinks about maybe Sena's gladiator past life being real. Composed, calm, it's what he's used to displaying, but it's starting to crack under the weight of Recolle's strange happenings.
It doesn't help with slight prying, either. He actually doesn't want to talk about it, but it's only fair? ]
It's not much of a memory about myself, but about something I saw. It was a large monster with a helmet, hiding its face. There were bolts and chains on it, too. One is enough, but it seemed like they came in large numbers.
[ Strained, he's not even sure why he has such strong feelings against this monster, a mix of fear and deep hatred. ]
I'm not sure what it's supposed to mean.
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[ A cosplaying zombie? Huh. Can't judge their lifestyle before they turned into mindless brain-eaters. Sena goes to sit on an empty chair at the corner of the room, checking if he can sit right with this outfit. ]
Maybe you came from one of those post-apocalyptic shows. Like The Sleeping Dead. That's right up your alley, right?
[ He's helping, okay. ]
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[ But he guesses it would be funny to be a zombie. With how unrealistic it is, it's easy to disconnect from the idea, but he knows better than that. The flashing visions show in third person. That's enough from him; he already has to deal with the lack of sleep, talking about it will only steal what other solace he has. ]
It looks like it's tight around the waist. Come over here and I'll loosen the obi a bit.
[ Momo is still attacking Sena's ankles, pawing at it and nipping his shoes. As he waits here, there's an afterthought. ]
... Hey, are you worried?
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He stands up and goes over to Takumi for the obi-loosening. His sudden question does pique his interest though. ]
About what, our memories?
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Yeah. You might just be complaining, but I'm saying if there's anything actually bothering you... You can mention it, I guess.
[ A roundabout way of saying friends will be there for each other. This is still awkward, so he has to offset it with something. ]
Even if your eyes are grey now, that doesn't change.
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Sena... isn't the type to get close to people. Until now he's still kind of suspicious, but he knows that Takumi has good intentions. Which lowkey ticks him off because Sena usually hates that type of person.
But ah well. Sigh. ]
Fine, mom, I'll be sure to tell you whenever something comes up.
[ Though he's still not ready to tell him about his mysterious connection with the blond guy with the glasses. He's not a stalker, dammit!
He's not. ]
And that goes for you too, idiot. Just because I'm laying out my sad backstory for you, it doesn't mean that you shouldn't share anything to the class either. It's only fair.
[ ... ]
I have no one else to tell it to, anyway.
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He does snort at the last part, trying to cover it up with a hand and stifle the laugh about to come. He's only half successful because there's a snicker. ]
What? So I'm the only person you can talk to about this and you call me an idiot. You really know how to keep friends, Sena.
[ Can't even be mad about the idiot part. The word "friends" comes out naturally!! No doubts here and he doesn't feel weird saying it. ]
But thanks. Sometimes I forget to depend on people, so this is a nice reminder.
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