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Yo. Hoda, SEED and forward of Unlimited Shining. Mhmm...~

[idiotglasses]

Hidenori was, to be blunt, dense when it came to people advancing onto him because, well, he didn’t think anyone would really want to do so. The Tabata family was cursed with such luck. It was sheer luck that his dad was even able to meet his mom (though that story seemed to have involved a few hospital visits). Thus, he could not really grasp the performer’s… well.

  He bit his lip and decided to take the plunge. “I’ll… I’ll do it. I’ll sing my heart out for you.” 

[hodamitsuhiro-blog]

[not seeming to mind when you don't get it, but, then. hoda doesn't mind a lot of things, really. leaning forward over his guitar with every evidence of interest when you deliberate. biting your lip and everything, oh my.]

Haa, is that so~? [sounding quite entertained.] Can't complain there then. [leaning back in his seat, taking his right hand off the body of the guitar to bring it up to his left hand and clap.] Any song you want me to play for you to sing along with then~? [gamely.]

[idiotglasses]

His serene expression had faded into something of dull neutrality, opposite to his thoughts at the moment. How should he answer? With the truth that he was a godawful singer and get laughed at or disappoint the performer? With a lie that he was an amazing singer and get laughed at or disappoint the performer anyway because he could not sing. 

Such was his internal conflict. “Uh,” was his only response. 

[hodamitsuhiro-blog]

[wow, you suddenly seem to be-- sweating a lot, even though it's not that hot out. hopefully you aren't sick or something. disregarding that for now, though, leaning forward a little and giving you an inviting grin, kind of rakish. enjoy that flirting, hidenori.]

Haa, guess 'm asking the wrong question, sou ka~? [sitting back in his chair, strumming the guitar once decisively.] So. Not "can you," but "do you want to....~?

[phantomknob]

[it’s taking just about everything he has to keep some semblance of composure. brushing his hair over his eye as inconspicuously as he can— he’ll probably ask hoda to help him tie his eyepatch once more once they’re safely outside. mostly feels rotten because he feels humiliated, like he shouldn’t be seen like this.] 

[making a little ‘tch’ noise as they move up the stairs.] What kind of museum has a decaying corpse in its basement? [sorry about him, hoda. he’s upset and spooked and this is the only way he can look like he’s still in control of what’s been happening, by being rude and abrasive.] I’d like that, thank you.

[hodamitsuhiro-blog]

[not really focusing on you beyond making sure you're okay, Ciel. push push. focusing on making sure his boots don't go through the floor. the stairs are rickety, and his books have 10kg weights in them. can't quite answer your question about the corpse, though.]

Sure, then we will, that's no issue. [casting about on the wall to press the section that'll move the statue aside so they can get out, but he might be too low down.] Sorry to ask, saa-- can you press that section of wall right there? On your right.

[phantomknob]

[definitely smaller. ciel is so short, mun is laughing. he’ll get a growth spurt sooner or later. he doesn’t look all that comfortable with the contact-comfort, at least with his facial expression, but he’s not yet pulling himself away. yet.]

[now he is.] I’m— I can walk on my own. [no, you can’t. he sways and staggers, attempting to catch himself, and ends up falling back into hoda’s grasp. much too proud to admit that he needs help, though, so just making a sighing noise and allowing hoda to support him. fumbling for the little fabric eyepatch that he was wearing, intending to put it on where there was more light to do so.] That corpse is long dead. It’s already rotting, look. [closing his working eye with an exasperated sigh.] I wouldn’t worry about it.

[hodamitsuhiro-blog]

[thinking privately that you look like a kid who doesn't like what's on offer for dinner, but keeping that thought to himself. catching you handily, making sure the jacket is around you.]

[easily] Sure, sure. [just letting you say that, but continuing to support you. obviously letting you keep your pride. not going to say a word about the corpse and how weird it looks in his spirit sight, though. if you can't see what he sees, less trouble for him.] 'Course you wouldn't. [getting you up the stairs, mostly propelling you.] Let's get you out in the sunshine. [where you'll be able to see his face properly, too.] 'N you can sit for a bit.

[phantomknob]

[has been calling for the last five hours he’s been down here, and now his throat is hoarse. he’s used to being kidnapped, held for ransom, compromised, mistreated, abused—- but not used to not having that comforting feeling of knowing that his butler will be able to save him. besides, this is much too similar a situation for him. he wasn’t the one strapped to the table, he was in the cage— but his pulse was going and his eyesight blackening in panic by the time he heard heavy footsteps.]

[trying to recompose himself. he’s a noble, he’s powerful and rich and influential, and it would not do for him to be seen a shrieking, panicking chit of a boy. still, that eye still does reflect panic; his eyepatch has come loose, he notes, as the ribbon has untied itself and the patch having slid down his face to brush at his nose. this leaves half of his eye uncovered, revealing the horrific, disfiguring burns on the right-hand side of his face that left him half-blind.]

They sent you down here? [sounds a little choked, hoarse. silently cursing how weak he sounds, but his vision’s still flickering, and he refuses to look into the more shadowy areas of the room.] Given that they were responsible for my being down here, forgive me if I don’t seem all that grateful. [concentrating on keeping his voice level. not meeting hoda’s face.]

[hodamitsuhiro-blog]

[has a not-unpleasant laugh. his hands helping you sit up are gentle. noting those burns, but not saying anything about them. staying kind of close, because he's thinking you might need the contact-comfort. he's Fifth Sector raised, too. And you're as little as teammate Seidou. smaller, even.]

Alright, alright. Nah, 's something else. This shit's creepy, you can thank me if you want after we get outta here. [going to carefully help you down off the table, supporting most of your weight.] Can you walk, or want me to carry you...? [peeling out of his leather jacket belatedly, wrapping it around you. would try to screen the corpse from your vision, but he's so lanky it wouldn't do much good.]

[hodamitsuhiro-blog]

[dashing down to the basement. weighted boots making a heavy thud. it took a sec to get additional directions out of weird desk guy, and he's having to use his Sight a bit, but-- whatever. You're probably yelling.]

[taking a miraculous left turn into the correct room, not spending too long looking around. that is a dead body, what the shit.] Eyy, fuck-- [first things first. you are tied to a table.] Hold on, let's get you-- out--

[those restraints aren't strong, but he doesn't need to use his strong feet to break them. he just needs his hands. he's not as soothing as some, but he'll do. humming as best he can. jesus christ on a fuckstick, you are tiny.] You must be Ciel Phantomhive, sou ka. They gave me your name and told me you were-- [head swinging up at the corpse, voice turning sharp] I'm supposed to be here, thanks--

[shaking head and redoubling his efforts, chafing at your wrists and ankles as he undoes each one.] Let's get you out've here.

[toshimuseum]

[perches crown on his head and gives a cocky little bow.] Haa, sankyuu. The Eggsquire'd like to make another purchase, if that's alright-- Uh-- [digging in his pocket. miraculously, 1666 mangoes.] Sorry for the trouble.

Oh? It seems like you have a package waiting for you in the basement. We swear on our honor, no strings attached. 

The package’s name is Ciel Phantomhive. You’ll see he’s in Eggcellent condition, though he is rather spooked. Try not to scar him further. 

[hodamitsuhiro-blog]

[your phone buzzes with three messages in quick succession.]

To: ????

rave doesn't check ID meet you there?

oh sorry yo wrong #

but if that's your thing yw see you there man

Message sent

[idiotglasses]

Perhaps the people Hidenori respected the most were those people who preformed out on the streets. There was never the promise of an audience or pay, yet they continued to perform their hearts out because they simply enjoyed doing so. Such a free life, and he did his best to support these people as best he could.

…As long as it wasn’t financial support. He was a part of two gangs and the mafia and had a part time job, but owning two mansions takes a lot out of anyone’s wallet. 

So now he stood audience to one performer, one playing his guitar with an almost serene expression. 

"Ah, anything is good for me, really." 

[hodamitsuhiro-blog]

[well, that's certainly a.... strange expression. not commenting on it, though. maybe you just really like music. but hoda's not the type to be worried overmuch. bending back to his guitar for a little longer, but a thought striking him.]

Haa, oi oi. [addressing you, clearly.] Can you sing...?

[hodamitsuhiro-blog]

[it's been super quiet in his little corner of town-- religiously deleting multiple gang application offers aside. eesh, do people ever not know when to quit asking. he's got enough on his plate with the new place in the works, not to mention trying not to fail history.]

[but that kind of stuff takes time, and waiting around doing nothing-- well, he /can do it, but it's not exactly exciting. giving a shrug, taking himself downtown, catching up his guitar. busking never hurt anybody, and it's good to keep in practice.]

[going to take a slouchy seat in the shopping district, getting straight into playing. knows what he's doing, at least, for all he's playing only to please himself-- swapping idly from a noodling of Vivaldi straight into the Gatchaman theme song.]

[noting a presence, though, quirking a nonexistent brow as he looks up at you.] Haa, request?

[mirrorrshard]

She’s been sized up before, of course, so she knows the look well. In her past, she was often looked at like this… Mostly because people would not believe her presence in the group of people she hung around. Back in Kirkwall, Hawke’s gang had never been known as a rather hardened group… So needless to say, they were surprised when they showed up with Merrill in tow.

"Ah, I wouldn’t make you cut your hair! You’ve obviously grown it out for a reason, and it’s not really getting in anyone’s way… Well, unless you spin around, of course." she paused, then, a little confused by his mixed Japanese and English.

"Please, don’t feel the need to go cry in the washroom. If you need somewhere to cry, it should be a little more comfortable. I can lend you the couch in the history office for that." she responded after a moment with a wave of her hand.

[hodamitsuhiro-blog]

[well, at least you don't seem phased by it, and he accepts that with a bit of a nod. sensei's pretty cool, huh? looking quite pleased when you say he doesn't have to cut his hair off, though. nods, casting those sharp eyes down momentarily. there's a reason, yes, though he wouldn't elucidate it.]

[looking mildly surprised when you make that joke, but it does make him smirk, lips curling up again-- he definitely thinks you're funny, Merrill.] Naa naa, Tea~cherr~, wouldn't be good to get tear stains all over that, sou ka? Unless that's a common thing.

[mirrorrshard]

A grin started to form on her face. Sure, he looked a little embarrassed, but that could be fixed easily. Merrill made it her mantra that every student would feel comfortable in her classroom, and that she would try to tailor her curriculum to every child as best as she could. Although, she was still rather uncomfortable here. Maybe it was because everyone was calling her “sensei”.

"Maybe you should tie your hair up in a bun or under a hat. That way when you spin like that you won’t hurt anyone." she mused, a bit of a laugh to her voice. "And yes, of course that’s so! A teacher should never try to make their students cry, although if that’s what you expect from this class I suppose I should try to meet expectations."

[hodamitsuhiro-blog]

[looks a little surprised when you grin-- he's definitely not used to teachers like you, Merrill. his have had, shall we say, more... ambiguous morality. it's a very honest expression, though it does vanish rather quickly. you'd probably get the sense that he's gauging you, though, the same way one would size up a predator. sharp black eyes noting that discomfort, too. is that eyeliner he's wearing, emphasizing that sharp curve? either way, it definitely seems like he doesn't miss much.]

[just slouching with studied casualness, shoving his hands in his pockets as he listens to you muse-- despite that casual posture, his eyes are definitely awake, flicking intelligently to your face and away again as you talk.] Haa, so long 's I don't haveta cut it, I guess I'm okay. [sharp eyes flicking to your face again.] I dunno if I can wear a hat in school though.

[brows jumping again when you say that about teachers, though he does glance down a little so his politely incredulous expression isn't as visible. it wouldn't do to be rude.] Haa, sou ka. [waving a hand, lazily, at that last part, glancing up again] Naa naa, Teacher, you don't haveta. I'll try to keep all my crying to the little men's room, promise. [lips actually curling up into a little smile. he has to struggle to turn it into his customary lazy smirk.]

[mirrorrshard]

Okay, being hit in the face with someone’s hair, that was new. She’d have to add that to her list of unfortunate happenings.

"Well, if you’re being thrown into my course, it’d do you some good to not hit your teacher in the face, for one." she stated, crossing her arms and assuming a rather peeved look. 

"As for ending up crying, you won’t have to do that. I could make you sob like a wee little one, I suppose, but I don’t see how that has any bearing on teaching."

[hodamitsuhiro-blog]

[whipping around in a hell of a hurry when you say that, sharp black eyes widening a bit-- clawing at his hair so it stays down while it does. god, that's embarrassing.] Eh-- [doesn't seem to know how to react, for a second. gosh, what kind of shitty luck is this. there's a clear mix of feelings on his face as he looks down at you, Merrill, and he doesn't seem to know what to do about anything, so he settles for laughing, apologetically.]

Aah, sou ka, that's so...~ [ a slight grimace] Sorry, sensei. [ducking his head a bit, acknowledging] 'll be more careful in the future. [blinking at your statement that you could make him cry, which, surprisingly enough, makes him look entertained-- not like he doesn't believe you, but more like he thinks it's cool that you would /say so.] Ah, Sensei, I don't doubt that, truly... [looks a little surprised when you say it has no bearing on teaching, though.] Ah, is that so...~ [he sounds kind of considering, but quite happy, at that.]

[resistancedragon]

His words made his features soften visibly. He had been treated nicely here so far, but no one could really replace his old team, so the feeling was prettu much mutual. “It hasn’t been the same without you guys,” he could admit that much out loud. Still, he believed that adapting to new environments and moving on was part of becoming stronger, too. Surely his fellow SEEDs knew that. 

Don’t worry, Hoda. This room is a dirty mag free zone. “I’m glad then.” He snickered immediately at the mention of Kibayama, yet it took him just a second to put on his serious face at Shuu’s name. He had been keeping in touch with his teammates one way or another, but Shuu was a whole another story. Hoda interrupted his trail of thought, and honestly, he was kind of thankful for that.

"It’s no problem." Or so he thought. If he recalled correctly, there was still a free room in the apartment, though it might be a bit smaller than the others. "Make yourself comfortable while you’re here. Just tell me if you need anything."

At the second statement… he unconsciously bit his lower lip. It wasn’t that big of a deal— well, it was, for him at least, but nothing to make a fuss about, that’s for sure. Truth is, none of their friends had made a comment about their relationship and neither him nor Tsurugi had told them about it either; this was actually the first time he was talking about it face to face with someone. He had expected himself to be open and excited about it, but really, he was feeling more flustered than anything.

The teen cleared his throat in an attempt to put his thoughts in order. “If you mean Tsurugi,” the teen paused, acknowledging Hoda’s look and its meaning, “then yes, we’ve been together for a while.”  

"…and who exactly did you hear that from?" Curiosity killed the cat, but it was worth a shot.

[hodamitsuhiro-blog]

[intercepting that softened look, giving you a bit of a wry look and a toss of his head. you might remember that Hoda took a long while to be pleased about the creation of Zero, especially since he wasn't in it-- he really was absolutely no good at being a stand-in captain for you. After all this time and Resistance Japan, though, he's clearly seemed to have come to peace with you being in other places or teams, thankfully. giving you a sideglance, though, with those sharp eyes.]

You can write him a letter, if anythin. Paper should be okay, sou ka...~? [not saying specifically that he means Shuu, but it's clear, regardless. Who else would he mean.] Any of us back home still could pass it to him. I think he'd be glad to hear from you. [and leaving it at that. you'll contact Shuu or you won't; he's said his piece. just nodding at your offer to make himself comfortable.]

Thanks. [just cocking his head with a bit of a smirk, nonexistent brows raising as you talk. he looks impressed, though. he's happy for you, Hakuryuu, clearly.] Sou ka...~ Well, congratulations. At least we ain't needing to fret now about you getting a restraining order. Or something.

[turning to blink at you, lazily amused, when you ask that.] Just heard a rumor you were dating when you stopped replying so much. Figured I'd ask. Thanks for confirming, heeeh~ [he's laughing at you a bit, Hakuryuu. he didn't know for sure, but he certainly does now.]

[hodamitsuhiro-blog]

Tcheeeahh, I can't believe. [making a 'kh' sound in the back of his throat.] I'm gonna go from eight courses to six, and they still want me to do History. [voice turning disparaging, clearly mimicking someone else.] "Oh, Hoda, but you need to be well-rounded," tche! [another disgusted sound.]

I failed that thing once and they still want me back in it. 'S like, how many times do I have to say I ain't interested? And I heard 's a good lady doing the course, even, why you wanna saddle her with me? She do somethin' wrong or something? One of us is gonna end up crying and I don't make ladies cry so you know what? 'S gonna be me. Why do I gotta do that to myself, tch.

[tossing his hair with another sharp, disgusted sound, accidentally hitting you right in the face with it.]

[hodamitsuhiro-blog]

Hoda Mitsuhiro Second Year Schedule

—Advanced Music Theory (Instructor: Gojou Masaru)

—Level II Mathematics (Advanced Proficiency) (Instructor: Hikita Goushirou)

— Level II Biology (Advanced Proficiency) (Instructor: Hikita Goushirou)**

—Level II Chemistry (Advanced Proficiency) (Instructor: Hikita Goushirou)

—Level I History (Basic Proficiency) (Instructor: Saginuma Osamu) *** RETAKE

—Advanced Yoga (Instructor: Kibayama Douzan Gouenji Shuuya)

—Level II Japanese (Basic Proficiency) (Instructor: Rinno Fujiko)

—Advanced Music Practical (Instrument) (Instructor: Gojou Masaru)

Notes

**— Hoda is the Student Assistant in this course, and helps the teacher during class and is available to help tutor other students in it, and if you make a dirty joke regarding that tutoring either Hoda or his player will likely give you A Look.

***— He failed this one last year and now he’s got to do it over. Better luck this time, Hoda! (Seriously, someone tutor him. He’s so bad in this it’s embarrassing.)

[hodamitsuhiro-blog]

[entering his new boss' number carefully in his phone. looks like his weeknights are occupied tending to a five-year-old girl now, which is no issue for him at all. tossing his hair triumphantly, snapping his phone shut and strutting off to a cafe like the peacock he is, nearly tripping over a dove in the process. damn, those things are everywhere.]