[ 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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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. ]