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"Tch--- it's too hot..."
Raising a hand up to wipe the sweat from his brow, the mechanic frowns, giving a glance around as he explores his surroundings again. Isn't it a good thing to get acquainted with where you're, say, staying, after all?
"How the hell'm I supposed ta get anythin' done in this heat...? Is there even anythin' to work on?" The mechanic was rather antsy with the lack of projects to tinker around on, lately. Well.
You watch his face change from confusion to disappointment, and struggle to reassure him— you’re sure that his inability to read that thought was a limit of his eye ability, and you don’t want him to freak out about anything else today.
"No. Shh. You didn’t screw it up. Hm… it must be, you can only understand things. That relate to yourself?" Pausing, and then sighing, you nod. "Yeah. I think that’s it. If I think of anyone else you can’t read it. It has to be about you."
"Hrn..." The mechanic's face was still unsure, caught up in thought as he contemplated what the other was saying. Only hear what people think about himself, huh? Well, that did sound like something he wanted, but...
"S--Shouldn't we try it all again?!" His voice came out more demanding than he'd like, and he immediately shrunk back a little, looking embarrassed by his outburst before adding, "...j...just in case, yanno? Make sure it wasn't just a mistake."
Hoping to get a silence place, her fingers traveled along her mobile phone’s keypad, playing that game she liked so much. The other started talking, again, huh? She closed her eyes, listening to his words, frowning, abruptly closed her phone. Hiyori looked up facing him, she was upset, this wasn’t good. ”Are you an idiot? Didn’t you listen to what I say before?” She placed her hands on her waist. “Respect my olders? Ojiisan.”
"H--hey, that ain't what I mean!" Souda retorted, pointing a finger and trying to act as if he weren't offended by it. Which, frankly, he was doing a terrible job at. "I--I ain't no old man! How old do ya think I am, even?!" Good lord, the pinkette didn't think he could look that old, after all what kind of ojiisan would dye their hair a bright, vibrant pink? Honestly, he couldn't think of any that would. And hes, he was offended by the term. But he was offended easily, to be honest.
whispers please like this post if you want me to make a starter for you, I'll be more than willing to!
"You…stop being noisy." Someone interrupted her, now she lost her concentration playing games on her phone. What a rude person she just found, not respecting Asahina’s quiet space, unacceptable, definitely unacceptable.
"Oi--!!" The pinkette whipped around, about ready to tell someone off... or at least he was, until he saw the younger girl, and stood there, rather baffled. Really? Someone so young was---? "S--shouldn't ya be respectin' yer elders?" The mechanic grunted, scratching his cheek, unsure of how to handle the situation. "'m probably-- no, definitely older than ya."
She scratched her head awkwardly, tilting her head to the side as she did so. Letting out a little chuckle, the idol nodded. “It’s really tiring sometimes! I mean, it’s pretty fun, but sometimes.. the fans get kinda wild-” She lowered her voice at that last statement, memories flooding into her mind. Geez, for as long as she could remember, there were always fan chasing after her, wherever she went. Was it because of her eye ability? Or was it just her being idol? Oh well. “They chase me everywhere! The paparazzi and press.. oh, God, that’s scary to think about-“
"Other than that though, it’s pretty much a happy life! But I always get booked with concerts, but I have to do my schoolwork too.. But, y’know, I’d trade my homework for cute boys any day!" She gave a hearty laugh. She actually did that. Once, though. The day after, she flunked her test terribly. Hey, at least she got one mark, right?
"Ah---" Souda gave a nod, placing his hands on his hips and listening in carefully. Yeah, now that he thought about it, having people chasing you around all the time didn't exactly sound like the most enjoyable thing in the world. Maybe it'd be fun at first, when everything was all fresh and new to a person, but... He'd forgotten that paparazzi existed. Though, frankly, sometimes he forgot a lot of things existed. Living in a household like his could do that to a guy.
"Least it's fun! Sometimes, I mean," He chuckled himself, eyes seeming to sparkle at this point. Trading homework for cute people? Oh, boy, would he ever like that. He'd most certainly trade in homework for time to spend with a cute girl any day. Though, it couldn't be guaranteed that cute girls would like him, he thought, but that's-- no, that's too negative. "...So... ya go up on stage 'n all that? Perform in front of a lot of people? Oh, man, that sounds excitin'...!" Though, to be honest, he was more excited by the mechanical background work of things, but hey. What did you expect from a mechanic?
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"Damn----"
The mechanic is getting antsy. He needs something to tinker around on, at least. Or a wrench. A wrench would be nice. Something that acts like a security blanket is alway nice, after all.
You laugh a little at his reaction. ”Well,” you say, in blunt surprise, “I think you’ve got it.”
"But I… wonder if it’s only thoughts having to do… hm," you mumble to yourself, and then have an idea. "Okay, let’s try this again. Look at me and tell me what you hear."
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"W--Wait, fer real? That was...?" Souda blinked, slightly confused now. Was that his... eye power? But that--
He cut off his own train of thought, giving a nod as the other signaled for them to try it again. Once again, he focused, trying harder this time, but... nothing. There was absolutely nothing. Letting out a groan, the pinkette leaned back a bit, running a hand through his hair.
"Dammit! I jacked somethin' up this time, didn't I...!"
She nodded eagerly, giggling to herself as she did so. Bending down a bit, the girl extended her hand and yanked the pinkette back up to his feet with a grin. So, he obviously wasn’t around here. Usually, there would be people chasing after her if they heard she was teen idol sensation, Momo Kisaragi!
"Hehe, yeah! For real! I’m not pulling your leg- I really am! I came here to get away from it all, hehe," Hopefully he wouldn’t treat her any differently than he had before.
"T--That's neat as hell!" Souda exclaimed, a twinkle of admiration in his eye. An idol! A real life idol, he was meeting! He wasn't really quite sure how to act now, but he tried to act... well, cool. You should act cool around someone like that, right? Didn't want to seem like a loser, like he... always had before. Oh.
"Get away from it all?" The pinkette cocked his head to the side, looking a little bewildered by the statement. "Why, is there somethin' bad 'bout it?" He would've thought being an idol would be an amazing, fun thing, but maybe he was wrong.
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it's rather late but i wanted to say before i forget that i probably won't get to much tomorrow, i have a family event going on!
also before i forget i might have to go on hiatus from like the 20th to the 4th of january or something??? i'm going down south to visit my dad and i dunno how well the internet connection will be so i'm just throwing that out there
Hm. He seemed like a nice enough guy who probably wouldn’t go exploit her presence or identity! She had a feeling that he didn’t even know who she was, which was actually a good thing! He didn’t recognize her, so she could assume that he wasn’t from around here? Ah well!
"Psst. You wanna know why? You gotta keep it a secret, okay? It’d be bad if anyone else found out I was here!" Lowering her voice to a whisper, she had this ridiculously silly grin on her face. "I’m an idol. Isn’t that totally weird?" She gave a hearty laugh and placed her hands on her hips.
Souda cocked his head to the side, giving a light nod and perking up at the sound of a secret. Oh, man, nobody had ever told him secrets before! It probably would seem silly, to get giddy over such a tiny thing, but he couldn't help it. This was exciting for him!
"Yeah, yeah!" The mechanic grinned, leaning down a little bit to hear the whisper better, only to wind up wide-eyed and half falling on his rear end a couple seconds later. "W--W--Wha?! Yer a--" Clamping his hands over his mouth before he just winded up blurting out the whole secret, he mumbled out from beneath them, "for real?!"
"Uhm, yes, ah, I am...okay...." Mirai stuttered, seeing a man with pink hair jog over towards her. No, no she wasn't okay, but she wasn't about to admit that. She had a feeling, though, that this fact was already pretty obvious. She nervously cleaned her shattered glasses yet again.
"Um, do you know where we are?"
"Ya don't look too okay, there..." Souda commented, his brow furrowing but deciding not to press further. Well, if she said she was okay, she was okay, right? His eyes fell to the shattered glasses, and he almost offered his, opening his mouth before snapping it back shut. No, he wore contacts now. And besides, he didn't have them around, anyways. They brought back bad memories.
"Yer askin' the wrong guy, there," The pinkette sighed, running a hand through his mane of hair. "I mean, I know a lil' bit about this place, but I don't know what it's called or nothin'. I mean, I know what what's goin on is called, but I ain't gotta clue what this place is called, yanno?"
Where am I....?
It’s the first question that enters her hazy mind; the question lazily drifts around her head as she struggles to stand. Where am I? What happened? She’s not in her apartment, nor is she in school: nothing looks familiar and everything hurts. She exhales and shakily removes her glasses. She wipes them clean and gasps as she spots the spiderweb of cracks that maps the surface of her spectacles.
What’s happening? I’m scared….
Her mind felt tangled, mixed up, mussed, but she couldn’t afford to show weakness. She was in an unknown place, and she didn’t know who she’d meet here. If the enemy was stronger than she, well….
L-let’s not think about this. I better get going….
She stood up, and attempted to reorient herself to this unfamiliar environment.
'Where am I' was probably the best summary of Souda's thoughts, as well, as he made his way across the city.
It was still sweltering hot, and he wiped at his brow, the beanie resting in his pocket, seeing as he still wasn't used to it. If only there were a way to cool down, wouldn't that be helpful?
It was a couple minutes later when his head perked up, seeing an unfamiliar form in the distance, wobbling around a bit. Brow furrowing in concern, the pinkette jogged over, waving an arm at the unfamiliar girl to get her attention.
"Oiii! Are ya okay over there??"
Her eyes widened even more when she saw his rather toothy grin! It didn’t seem to unsettle her, but it did certainly make her want to see if he could chomp through things with those set of sharp beauties! She wasn’t really sure why she was so captivated by the other, but hey, more friends the merrier, right?
She nodded again, giggling. “Sticking out is fun! Well, y’know, except for me, of course! But that’s another story, hehe. I’m Momo Kisaragi and I’m at your service as well!” She extended her hand for a shake, continuing to wear her trademark grin. Hooray! She just made a new friend. Actually, it was more like a creepy start, but it’s something at least!
He noticed how her eyes widened, and the grin on Souda's face just broadened. Good. Maybe changing his looks hadn't been such a bad idea. If it stood out, and people liked it, well, that was good. Maybe it'd stop the less than stellar treatment he'd always recieved before. Maybe.
"Y--Yeah, it is!" The pinkette nodded firmly, propping his arms up behind his head with the grin still plastered on his face. "Dunno why it's a bad thing, there, but nice to meet ya still!" His arms dropped to his side, before one rose up to grab her hand firmly for a shake. A little bit too enthusiastically, one could add. He couldn't help it, he was excited to be making friends here. It was kind of ironic, he thought, that he could only make friends after he died. Huh.
"I know someone who had that."
You blink a couple of times, and then look straight at him again, filling your mind with just one thought. Just to test. Nothing serious yet, you think. Um. He has nice hair.
"It reminds me— alright, look at me, and tell me what you see."
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"Y--ya do?" Souda quirked an eyebrow, somehow feeling a little less original, but-- then again, that might be something a lot of people wanted. He had a good reason for wanting it, at least.
Giving a nod, he hunched down a bit, focusing his gaze on the other, feeling awkward but knowing it was necessary. There was nothing, at first. Maybe because his mind was still wandering about, questions like what is this place and why did I have to die floating through his mind, until--
Nice hair.
The words filtered through his mind, hearing them loudly echo in his thoughts and seeing them in a way. Like the way people see things in their imagination.
"L--Loud!" He whined, prodding at his own ear a little bit, before piping up with, "but... ''nice hair'...?"
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