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what's your twitter? :O
// Mun’s Twitter is peachandrabbit! I tweet in spurts and very random things. My personal Tumblr is also peachandrabbit, though I haven’t posted on there in ages. //
“If music be the food of love, play on! Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.”
Practicing lines in an empty room, the best way to get over potential embarrassment.
“If music be the food of love, play on! Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die.”
Practicing lines in an empty room, the best way to get over potential embarrassment.
Kou handed him a megaphone as her upperclassman got ready at the starting block. She was a bit apprehensive about inviting someone as reserved as him to something as overwhelming and loud as a swim meet. Sure he was an idol but had he ever been a part of a screaming crowd instead of inciting it? “Now just repeat after me ok?” A shot rang out followed by the sound of splashing and the immediate uproar from differing team. “Swim swim swim Makoto!!!” She looked back at Masato expectantly.
This... wasn’t quite what Masato had been expecting when invited by Matsuoka to a swim meet. He wasn’t bothered by the noise- concerts were just as noisy, astonishingly enough given how the screams of the crowd echoed off the walls and roof of the indoor pool building. Still, he hadn’t had any previous experiences with a swim meet, so any previous conceptions had to be discarded.
Reserved or not, and caught off guard or not, Masato could figure out without being told anything more than that what to do. Well, this wasn’t work, but this was for a friend. He’d done wilder things than this.
A deep breath in, and, at the appropriate time, he repeated after Matsuoka with, “Swim, swim, swim, Makoto!” ... Saying the other’s name was fine, right?
[TXT: Hijirikawa-san 🎹]
> That’s the one, yes! > Alright. I’ll see you soon. Please be safe getting here. I think it’ll be dangerous if you keep trying to message in this condition.
She tucked her phone away in her jacket as she watched the rain pour down on the city streets. Remaining tucked away under some miraculously lucky shop’s roof, the composer remained dry, though a bit cold. No need to loiter inside a store if she hadn’t planned on buying anything. At least not yet.
[TXT: Nanami]
> RE: Alright. I’ll see... >> Understood. I will be there within 15 minutes.
Aaaand sent. Nanami’s location was off the main street, along a walking-only street, meaning she couldn’t just order a cab from there. Masato decided, as he set off for the cafe, he would discuss further details when he arrived at the cafe instead of making up too many plans on his own.
Wait, was this umbrella big enough for two? ... And waaaait. For... two?
“...!!” Yes, he did just set himself up for that. That’s right, he could just give Nanami this umbrella! Or buy one along the way!
“I am, and I’m sorry. I’ll make more to make it up to you~” And with Bella watching Mara-chan, the food Reiji would be making would be safe from consumption.
“You got it! I did want to try spicing it up a little, and I’ve been meaning to make travel lunches for when I go to Alola for the Wallace Cup.” Now he had a reason to both make it up to Masato as well as get off his ass to prepare for the contest.
“Haha, then I will gladly accept the help. Thank you, Kotobuki-senpai.” The thanks was of genuine appreciation. “As long as it is not a bother or getting in the way of your work, assistance will be very helpful.”
He hadn’t made karaage as much as Kotobuki, but that didn’t mean Masato didn’t have the recipe memorized. Without pause he listed off the ingredients he needed. “I am in need of ginger. potato starch, chicken and I am low on sugar. Those are all available at the grocery store not far from here.”
Would he buy extras if something was on sale? Most certainly. With luck sugar wouldn’t be on sale.
🍵: Do you stick with your family’s values and beliefs? Why or why not?
“Yes, for the most part. I am proud of how I was raised and many of my habits and hobbies were formed from my upbringing.”
A pause.
“... I do have a few points of disagreement with my father. However, is that not normal for a family?”
Cooking with Masa! He sort of had a few times to cook with him, but it wasn’t enough to really say he’s seriously stood in the kitchen, just the two of them, making a dish. There was always Natsuki, or Syo, and sometimes even Nanami joining them. Oh, and maybe even Tokiya or Cecil. But only the two of them, not to mention in a show together, was rare and kind of exciting.
Used to variety shows, he wasn’t too nervous about what was to come, starting to get used to ab-libs and sudden changes as he went on tv with Reiji a lot, and he was the king of ab-libs! That aside, he was humming, thinking about what he wanted to do, what they could do, less stressed knowing Masa would take care of him even if he couldn’t see, and that he would do the same. Only when he heard his voice call his name, he looked up with a louder hum.
“We have an audience today, right? I was thinking we could have some sort of communication and ask them for what they want. Like, clap for me, then Masa, and see the majority. This way it’ll be fair, we get interaction and we know what they want~” Nods. “Or, we could just play rock-paper-scissors on stage if you want.”
All great suggestions. As expected of Ittoki. Like Ittoki had, Masato nodded to each idea the other voiced. No matter which of them was blindfolded, the most important thing was that the audience enjoy themselves.
“Your first idea is a very good one,” he replied, smiling back. “Audience participation is important. Your experience with variety shows is showing, Ittoki. Thank you for the suggestion.” Masato didn’t do as much work that involved live ad libbing, so he knew he was weaker in that department.
Another idea occurred to him as he looked across at the set. “We’ll be serving samples of our completed dish to the members of the audience at the end, correct? Perhaps there is something we can do to liven that up as well. For example, giving a few members samples throughout the show?” He didn’t want to make anyone feel left out, of course, and this Masato also mentioned to Ittoki, adding, “I’ve never tried this sort of thing before. As long as it’s safe to allow them to sample the food, do you think it would be acceptable?”
still he didn’t complain. it was fun and after noticing that masato was exhausted it hyped him more. he HAD to win, no matter what. it was until the break when he realized that maybe it was a little too much for the other idol.
“don’t you get tired of complaining? it’s not that bad, get over it and enjoy.” the ginger replied, taking two bottles of water, throwing one at masato and opening the other one for himself, taking a sip from it. “volleyball is better than other sports, you sweat less.” at least for him, hitting with hands and not having the need to exactly run was amazing. “but you’re always a killjoy, so i’m not surprised.”
An eyelid twitched. Here he was offhandedly complimenting the trainers without asking for a response and Jinguji gave him very unwelcome and unnecessary reply. At least the need to catch the water bottle gave him enough pause to collect his thoughts.
“Thank you. ... I wasn’t complaining,” he answered once he’d returned his gaze to the men still walking around the court. Looking at Jinguji now would give the other a better view of his irritation. If he got needlessly worked up by Jinguji’s haggling he’d just waste energy. “I was simply marveling at their stamina. It’s impressive and inspires me to work harder.”
For all his best efforts, Masato failed to keep an edge out of his voice. Arguing now would accomplish nothing, especially when he hadn’t regained his breath yet. He sighed and sat up straighter, choosing to crack open the water bottle and take a slow drink of water instead of continuing on that vein of conversation.
He exhaled a long breath once he lowered the water bottle again. “... Am I always a killjoy?” The question left his lips before he noticed, possibly due to his weariness.
I hate doing this, I really do…But at this point, I really don’t know what else to do… Due to reasons, my mother and I are in a tight situation money wise. She repeatedly has had health issues and we’ve had disaster one right after another. Later this month, she’ll be going back to the hospital for surgery, and I’ll be with her, after that her diet will change drastically.
Long story short, in a few days we will have little to NO money. I don’t have a way to pay anyone back… I can’t draw, my themes are mediocre, and I can’t ZIP anything so making icons is out of the question… I hate to ask for money, but it’s not looking good…. even 5 dollars would help… Even if you can’t, could you please spread the word? My paypal is mariahkillingsworth@yahoo.com…. Please…. Please help….
“Please tell me I am imagining things... that I did not just see in that bookstore a book titled ‘Love Lessons’ with the author ‘Jinguji Ren’...” That was just a trick of his eyes, right?