cinderisen:
❛❛ hakaze, nice work. c’mon, car’s out back. ❜❜ gaze lingers on the stream of onlookers, taking it a tad slow on account nobody would be stupid enough to try something within studio. still, never know. he’d prefer if the idols beneath his care remained in one figurative piece ~ made the paycheck feel worthwhile and not dirtied ( although, this being showbusiness, can imagine finances are tainted regardless of one’s own conscious ). ❛❛ up next is . . . a meet and greet in studio c, otagari’s scheduled to be there with you so we’ll be making a slight turn since he’s slated on the opposite end of town. why they’re so enamored with keeping you lot fa~ar as possible is beyond me. and, so we’re clear, don’t flirt with the fans too much. ❜❜
@featheredheartache
He may have matured from the stupid, frivolous playboy he was a year ago, but that doesn’t put a stop to the slight swagger in Hakaze Kaoru’s step, nor the grins he flashes to the excitable crowd outside his latest nob. Though, these smiles are more sincere, his eyes shine brighter and a light pink blush dusts his cheeks, He waves in greeting, giving his ‘minder’ a mocking pout, even though the idol isn’t sure he can actually flirt with his fans like he used to. A lot about him has changed in the last year, after all.
Still, he does have a reputation to uphold, after all.
“C’mon Kaiden-san, don’t be a killjoy~” he ‘whines,’ pouting even more and adding wounded look to the mix for good measure. “All these ladies waited in line just to get a glimpse of me, shouldn’t I reward them just a little bit?” So saying he turns to the crowd and blows them a kiss (or several), grinning at the squeals of excitement that meet his ears. It’s all he can really bring himself to muster, especially when Kaiden is giving him a ‘are-you-done-yet’ look, and he deosn’t really want to keep Adonis waiting any long than necessary. So with an exuberant (and slightly over-acted) goodbye, he clambers into the car, his grin fading to a concerned look as he peers out through the tinted windows.
“...Seriously though. If I’d known they’d have been hanging around out here I would have ordered in a crate or two of water bottles.” he mumbles, pulling out his phone and tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. “...Maybe I should order ahead for whoever will be waiting at Studio C...?”
