[ 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.
[ It's actually pretty funny, having Sena pour out some of his feelings with a pair of dog ears in his head. But yeah, this is actually pretty nice... Takumi may not be as prickly as Sena but he still keeps to himself, so maybe that's why Sena isn't so mean to him compared to everyone else? It's interesting.
Though uh, that's the thing, Takumi - Sena doesn't know shit about keeping friends. ]
Of course I do. [ But he'll pretend that he does anyway. ] I don't always talk about this to just anyone, so you better be honored. Just don't be too much of an idiot and forget to take care of yourself, all right?
[ who's the mom in this again ]
Anyways, the outfit's decent enough, but you might want to make adjustments to the waistline a bit; it still feels too constricting, but other than that, it's fine.
It sounds like you're fighting me for the mom role.
[ But he'll definitely try to take better care of himself, to the best of his ability. The mom role can go to Sena without any struggle. ]
Weird. I still have your measurements before, so it should be fine. Maybe I should loosen your obi some more...
[ He strokes his chin as he looks down at his waist. Maybe this seamstress likes to make things form fitting? It's a yukata, though... He raises an eyebrow, but only takes note of it for now, tapping it down into his phone so he doesn't forget to mention it in the future in case they go some kind of Victorian route. ]
Did it occur to you that maybe you gained weight? Well, I guess it doesn't matter. We had some mackerel in stock and you're going to have to eat it, anyway.
[ He gestures Sena to follow him back into the restaurant—after he finishes changing back. It looks like it's closed until the dinner shift, so it's fine. Pick anywhere to sit. ]
Hey, are you calling me fat? I'll have you know that I've been watching my calorie intake very carefully for the past couple of years, and my weight has always been consistent.
[ Aka he uh. Doesn't eat that often. He can cook for himself but even that's not sustainable enough.
But he follow Takumi back to the restaurant, and slides into one of the booths. Yes, his reward for all his hard work. Mackerel isn't really fatty, so it should be safe for him to eat. ]
Just three pieces of sushi would be enough, and then I'll be out of your hair, no problem.
[ Just grins ever so sweetly at Takumi. Come on, hop to it. ]
[ He rolls his eyes at that... In reality, it just sounds like Sena isn't eating a lot. That's concerning, but he knows how the model industry is like from articles he has read before. Do what you can for money, he guesses?
It doesn't take him long to wash his hands and then prep the mackerel nigiri. In less than five minutes, there's a wooden block with the simply decorated sushi presented to him. ]
Good work. Make sure your meals are balanced.
[ But he guesses Sena probably doesn't know what that means. ]
[ Are they really going to outdo each other in the mom department? Who will be their unfortunate child. Their husband. Stay tuned.
Anyways, Sena breaks out the chopsticks and starts digging in. Mm. He's got to hand it to Takumi - their sushi is just the best out there. Makes wearing costumes less of a hassle. ]
[ Takumi isn't going to think that far ahead, but Sena can if he wants. Takumi watches Sena eat, head propped onto his hand as the model takes careful bites out of the fish. There's something fulfilling about watching someone eat what you prepared... ]
The last week of the month, so the 25th or so? Noodles are being added to the menu, mostly udon.
Noodles, huh? It's about time. This place can't survive on sushi alone, you know.
[ Sena can't wait, honestly. He may be on an eternal diet, but he can still try out their dishes. They're not too fattening, at least.
He takes one last bite of the sushi and swallows. Ah, that really hits the spot. Just gonna hop off the chair and glances back at Takumi. ]
I should get going. Uh. [ rubs the back of his head ] Thanks. For uh, letting me vent, I guess. But if you don't do the same for me, I'll punch it right out of you.
[ i mean sena can never punch anyone with his pretty hands but. you know. ]
[ Because he only uses last names in threats, so he might as well pull the first name card now that he says they're ~friends~. He's washing up the cutting board and the knife, but gives Sena a thoughtful nod. ]
You should learn how to make real threats. [ Sorry not sorry, but your punches are weak. ] I'll remember that, so get going.
[ He gestures with a hand for Sena to leave. Shoo. ]
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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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Though uh, that's the thing, Takumi - Sena doesn't know shit about keeping friends. ]
Of course I do. [ But he'll pretend that he does anyway. ] I don't always talk about this to just anyone, so you better be honored. Just don't be too much of an idiot and forget to take care of yourself, all right?
[ who's the mom in this again ]
Anyways, the outfit's decent enough, but you might want to make adjustments to the waistline a bit; it still feels too constricting, but other than that, it's fine.
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[ But he'll definitely try to take better care of himself, to the best of his ability. The mom role can go to Sena without any struggle. ]
Weird. I still have your measurements before, so it should be fine. Maybe I should loosen your obi some more...
[ He strokes his chin as he looks down at his waist. Maybe this seamstress likes to make things form fitting? It's a yukata, though... He raises an eyebrow, but only takes note of it for now, tapping it down into his phone so he doesn't forget to mention it in the future in case they go some kind of Victorian route. ]
Did it occur to you that maybe you gained weight? Well, I guess it doesn't matter. We had some mackerel in stock and you're going to have to eat it, anyway.
[ He gestures Sena to follow him back into the restaurant—after he finishes changing back. It looks like it's closed until the dinner shift, so it's fine. Pick anywhere to sit. ]
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[ Aka he uh. Doesn't eat that often. He can cook for himself but even that's not sustainable enough.
But he follow Takumi back to the restaurant, and slides into one of the booths. Yes, his reward for all his hard work. Mackerel isn't really fatty, so it should be safe for him to eat. ]
Just three pieces of sushi would be enough, and then I'll be out of your hair, no problem.
[ Just grins ever so sweetly at Takumi. Come on, hop to it. ]
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It doesn't take him long to wash his hands and then prep the mackerel nigiri. In less than five minutes, there's a wooden block with the simply decorated sushi presented to him. ]
Good work. Make sure your meals are balanced.
[ But he guesses Sena probably doesn't know what that means. ]
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[ Are they really going to outdo each other in the mom department? Who will be their unfortunate child. Their husband. Stay tuned.
Anyways, Sena breaks out the chopsticks and starts digging in. Mm. He's got to hand it to Takumi - their sushi is just the best out there. Makes wearing costumes less of a hassle. ]
When does the special promo start?
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[ Takumi isn't going to think that far ahead, but Sena can if he wants. Takumi watches Sena eat, head propped onto his hand as the model takes careful bites out of the fish. There's something fulfilling about watching someone eat what you prepared... ]
The last week of the month, so the 25th or so? Noodles are being added to the menu, mostly udon.
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[ Sena can't wait, honestly. He may be on an eternal diet, but he can still try out their dishes. They're not too fattening, at least.
He takes one last bite of the sushi and swallows. Ah, that really hits the spot. Just gonna hop off the chair and glances back at Takumi. ]
I should get going. Uh. [ rubs the back of his head ] Thanks. For uh, letting me vent, I guess. But if you don't do the same for me, I'll punch it right out of you.
[ i mean sena can never punch anyone with his pretty hands but. you know. ]
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[ Because he only uses last names in threats, so he might as well pull the first name card now that he says they're ~friends~. He's washing up the cutting board and the knife, but gives Sena a thoughtful nod. ]
You should learn how to make real threats. [ Sorry not sorry, but your punches are weak. ] I'll remember that, so get going.
[ He gestures with a hand for Sena to leave. Shoo. ]