Rei-chan Sad // Otoya --> Tokiya --> Reiji
Tokiya sits at his desk, his chair turned around as he watches Otoya attempt to impersonate almost every common acquaintance they share. He keeps both his arms and legs crossed, stern in critiquing every attempt that the other tries.
"Syoâs voice⊠Mm⊠His tone of voice is hard to describe. His voice is very unique. Youâre not going to get the impression right unless you get his voice perfectly⊠Any sort of deviation and the audience wonât get it." He sighs as he pinches his nose, starting to grow a little wary from babysitting the redhead this way.
Reiji walking into the room was a welcome distraction, breaking their current conversation enough for him to swirl in his chair and go back to writing plans in his notebook. If Otoya got the hint, maybe heâd use their senpai as a willing audience member instead of him. But Otoya calls out for him one more time and Tokiya turns his head, looking over his shoulder with a quirked eyebrow.
His expression contorts to even worse confusion when the pose is made, until Otoyaâs voice rings out in an attempt to sound like Reiji. Itâs just so absurd but⊠Somehow the other finally manages to get a voice right. Tokiya instantly snorts, his eyes widening as he slaps a hand over his mouth to keep the sound from slipping.
"Well, thatâs a general improvement. But⊠I do believe you need more energy." He stands up from his chair, straightening out his shirt before he nods at the other.  "Otoya⊠You need to shorten your language more.  Senpai tends to make his sentences very short⊠Like this."
He throws out a peace sign, smiling as brightly as he would during his days as HAYATO. Â âWhatâs wrong, My Girl? Donât be sad! Rei-chan will be sad too!â
[When he walked in, he had started listening in to Tokiya's critique in relative silence out of respect for their practice - and because he was more than a little nosy - while working to hang his hat and coat-- and suddenly there was a parrot. He pauses mid-step to listen to whatever's going on over there, a few metaphorical question marks floating around his head as even Tokiya joins in on whatever's going on. He's not clued in enough to figure out immediately that they're mimicking him flat-out. It takes him a moment. When it does, it hits hard.]
--!
Uah!? It's an army of little clones!
[Much as he tries to pay attention to their work schedules, he didn't recall seeing anything about an imposter special! The older idol looks just a little more confused than he does curious as he heads closer, now definitely inviting himself into this mess. (Since this is about him and all, it's only fair!)]
It's not nice to poke fun at your upperclassmen, you know! Especially when it's two against one! [He wags a scolding finger as he sits down near them, good-natured about his words.] What's this all for, Otoyan? A rehearsal for a play? Is there a show?
Ah! Maybe you're trying to become a success by imitating one? Hmhm! Yes, I see perfectly~ [Stroking his chin with a grin, the brunet chuckles devilishly.]
You didn't have to go that far. I would have shared my secrets with you if you had asked nicely, boys!
[No, he wouldn't. Not that easily.]
















