becoming an idol || gen & ram
@liarsmiles
She couldn’t help but scowl. It hadn’t been in her plan at all, but when she’d spoken to her precious little sister about it, her eyes had shined so brightly. ‘I want to see you on stage, nee-sama!’ she’d said. How was she supposed to refuse, when her sister looked so enamored with the idea? That was what led her to arrange the meeting after all…though she had conditions that would need to be met.
A soft sigh left her lips, resigning herself to her fate. Learning choreography would certainly be challenging, but perhaps if she was was placed in the back, she’d be able to get away with doing as little as possible. Something to discuss at least. Though her precious little sister wanted to see her perform…so she would have to put some effort in. And then there was the matter of the headaches…
Her train of thought was interrupted the moment that she saw the black and white haired male appear. Best to get this over with. Maybe he’d even have a solution for the headaches.
“There you are. Rather bold of you to keep Ram waiting.”
It had been a toss up. A fifty-fifty chance that the pinked haired male he had encountered would take the deal. But he knew that the decision would be based on whatever it was her twin sister said. From their brief exchange, Gen knew that Ram definitely wasn’t interested. But if the sister said otherwise it would be goal.
“Sorry, sorry~” He chimed with that perpetual smile of his as he approached her. He was dressed in jeans today with black boots, a black long sleeved turtleneck and a purple haori that he wore as a jacket with a pink muffler, the comfy and warm look was complete with the purple beanie he wore atop his black and white head. The temperature had dropped recently and he pretty much had just thrown on the most warm clothes coupled with something comfortable. People wearing haori’s out and about wasn’t exactly commonplace. But then again nothing about Shizume city was commonplace at all.
“Let’s go inside first and then talk, okay?” He pointed to the cafe that they had met up in front of. It wasn’t the maid cafe, after all, no idiot would discuss employment elsewhere at their current place of employment. Besides, it was cold outside and Gen really could use a hot cup of tea to warm up with.
“Ah, don’t worry. It’ll be my treat, of course~” He was sure she would likely to say something akin to of course he’d pay to treat her for her time, but he had absolutely no problems with treating pretty girls to food or drink, so whatever vitiol she spat his way he was sure to take it gracefully.









