Flower Princess

❝ Oogh... Dare ka tasukete!! ❞ { Independent Koizumi Hanayo }

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Rice With Caution || Little Detective

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“It’s okay, really! I don’t mind helping.”

The poor thing had already looked so near to tears that he couldn’t leave her there without at least offering to help, but it seemed doing so only made her panic more. Confusing, but the offer still stood — and was accepted for a moment.

Conan lifted his hands and shook his head, “I don’t need anything in return! This is my fault, too. I——”

A long, sudden growl rumbled from deep inside the boy’s stomach. His face became blank until the noise stopped, cheeks turning a soft shade of red when he realized how hungry he was.

“Actually, if you don’t mind…”

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It was his acceptance of her offer that had LIFTED her smile, the slightly-familiar sound of a stomach growling acting as the trumpets that announced the answer she WANTED. Who could REALLY refuse an offer of free food-- Especially when it was being offered to you with the option of you watching it being made? The fact that it was rice-related alone would have sold Hanayo, let alone the satisfaction of knowing that a stranger wouldn’t poison said offered food because she’d be WATCHING.

❝ Not a problem! Hanayo has to repay you for your help... And rice is one of the best treats you can get for it! ❞

Lifting up a pile of bags again, she made sure not to carry too many to prevent it from obscuring her sight again. It would be bad form to make a CHILD carry anymore than one or two of the bags, even if he insisted that he wanted to help. She was more than capable of carrying them, regardless.

❝ Follow me! I’m sure everyone else would love to meet you! ❞

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“om …I am called Mika, ma’am. Fro Koizumi, …Hanayo? Is it okej if I call jou by Hanayo?”

Copying her mannerisms by bowing back, though he did not return a smile back. Since all of his concentrating went back to trying to figure out how she be on these strange screens he seen earlier. Supposing the best thing he could do was ask straight out in hopes for a answer.

“’ow did jou get into t’e large and colorful plasma boxes and who vas t’ere ot’er ladies too? Did jou use some kind of magic to make all strange box devices on t’e buildings, ma’am?” 

Though it sounded like the typical rambling questions of an over-imaginative toddler, his tone was dead serious and had very little knowledge of human culture.

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There was something about speaking to children that made Hanayo’s usual anxiety towards UNFAMILIAR conversations melt away. Perhaps it was just how cute there were-- And the way they seemed nonjudgmental. Just curious, still LEARNING about the world they lived in.

❝ Hanayo is just fine! Or something like that, if it makes it easier for you... It’s nice to meet you, Mika-chan! ❞

How did she... Get into a box? Oh-- Did he mean how she got on the television? There was no doubt about the fact that it sounded like typical ramblings of a toddler. With a QUIET chuckle, she contemplated whether she should tell the truth or enable his imagination. Would it really be that horrible if she did?

❝ The other ladies are my friends! We are an idol group called μ's! We were on the box because-- ❞

                                            -- Better go with the safe option, TRUTH.

❝ ... We were filmed! We weren’t actually inside the box, it was just a recording of us singing and dancing. ❞

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Lost Train || WriteMeEndlessSongs

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Tanwen slid the goggles back on her face with a faked grin, so she was an escort now, so it seemed, she didn’t do this stuff for free normally, but, she decided to be nice to the lost girl.

“Yeah, whenever I’m out, I tend to use that line to get home, my home is right outside one of its stopping points.” She shrugged. “Anyway, I’m interested in you, I know I’m Tanwen Conway, but what do they call you, ferch fach?”

This girl seemed really sort of panicked, it might be fun to poke at her a bit more, maybe get something out of her, you never know these days, in fact, Tanwen couldn’t recall one so fragile, so knocked by one of her jokes. It filled her with wonder how one could live like that.

“Why is one so young doin’ on her own anyway?” she shouldn’t pry but, she can’t help it.

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As fate decided, Hanayo found herself following the faked grin and nonchalant shrugs of a stranger. A stranger that VAGUELY reminded her of Nozomi with the way she had decided to poke fun at her. If only Nozomi was here instead-- So Hanayo didn’t feel so ANXIOUS about being in the company of a stranger. At least they were friendly...

... And quite curious. Almost like the pesky chasers of the paparazzi Nico insisted they HIDE from, even when they weren’t popular just yet.

❝ Hanayo. Koizumi Hanayo, not Ferch Fach. It’s nice to meet you, Conway-san! I’m sorry if this is a bother... ❞

She offered, accompanying her words with a soft, ghost of a smile. Her panic from before hadn’t ENTIRELY faded, but it had simmered down. Even as she was thrown another question-- Which earned the other a shy chuckle and averted eyes.

❝ I got separated from my group... I had to pick up something for today a-and next thing I knew, I didn’t recognise this part of town... ❞

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because i idolized this pana quite a while ago

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The child quickly shut his eyes before focusing his attention unto the ground.” …No-..om.. I just om …I seen jour face somevere. Sorry for my rudeness,ma’am.”

 This new land had such big screens on the buildings that played strange things by the other and the toddler could swear he saw her face on one at least. Making him wonder how did she get out of the screens in the first place, perhaps he was wondering a bit too hard since the other noticed.

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Oh, maybe she DID have a recognisable face. Hanayo thought she looked far too plain to be TRULY recognised in public, and not nearly as pretty as the other members of μ's. Usually, she’d take a page out of a famous idol’s book and pretend she WASN’T who they thought she was, because there was NO WAY she was prepared to be bombarded--

But she had made the child feel AWKWARD. And she doubted he was going to shout and make her existence known to EVERYONE.

❝ A-Ah... Maybe you have! My name is Koizumi Hanayo... What’s your name? ❞

She bowed a little in greeting, offering him a small, REASSURING smile.

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Lost Train || WriteMeEndlessSongs

The cyber Information broker was actually planning on going somewhere to get some information herself, when a young girl tapped her shoulder, a teen, she deduced.

She lifted the goggles off her own head and sighed at the lady.

“Lost are you sweetheart? That kind of info will cost you nowadays…” She went quiet, then giggled lightly.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” Another giggle. “I’m heading there myself, the closest station being Penrose Boulevard Station, it being quite far from here actually, it was actually built back when Penrose Boulevard was actually a Boulevard!” A yes, a fountain of knowledge.

“Anyway, if you want, I can walk you, don’t want a pretty face gettin’ into trouble do we?” She didn’t mean any offence by it but…where she worked wasn’t known for being…’safe’.

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Frozen, like a deer blinded by headlights at the mention of COST. What kind of stranger had Hanayo just forced an interaction with? Was it one of the many EVIL strangers Rin joked about, or CRAZY FANS that Nico had been so persistent on warning everyone about? Trust Hanayo to be the one in solitude at the time, to find the most terrifying person on the street--

Only for her anxiety to leave her in a single, shaky breath once she heard that giggle. And a fun fact, as if that was to settle the FEAR the stranger had just put through her system. Taking another breath, she straightened up, nodding quickly. Anything to get to where she needed to go without being even MORE late.

❝ A-Ano... Sure! We’re going the same way, aren’t we? It couldn’t hurt... ❞

“A pretty face gettin’ into trouble”? Was this street REALLY that dangerous? How LOST had Hanayo gotten herself?

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Rice With Caution || Little Detective

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Was he going to cry over spilled rice? He really, really hoped not, but she looked like she was too kind and too innocent for her own good. Wasted rice seemed like just the thing to have her sobbing on the sidewalk, and he wasn’t ready to deal with her wailing if she couldn’t hold back.

“A—Ah, wait! I’ll help you! And you don’t have to make it up to me. I should have watched where I was going or offered to help,” he was glad that she had accepted her glasses, since both of his hands were free to scoop at the rice rolling across the pavement. The grains were dirty and he almost wished that he could wash them off now, but there was no point.

Gathering up as much as he could and putting it into the bag with the largest tear, Conan let out a sigh of disappointment. All that rice, wasted.

“I think most of the bags are still closed,” he tried to give her something positive to work with while he sat one of the opened bags up, “if you want, neechan, I can throw this away for you and help you carry the rest.”

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Ah-- The chance to fix her mistake in solitude wasn’t given, the young boy she had accidentally ASSAULTED with rice already scooping up said rice and pouring the dirty pieces into the already-torn bag. Patting at the ground again, she didn’t let the tears in her eyes stop her from helping him pick up HER MESS. It was her fault for haphazardly stacking the bags in her hands, not his for trying to avoid her and them stumbling into each other regardless.

❝ No! I can do that-- You’ve done enough! I’m really sorry! ❞

She manages to say in her slight hysteria, still trying to settle down after the fiasco she just created. Picking up the torn bag without a hint of struggle, she dropped it into the nearest bin, a soft, DESPONDENT sigh leaving her pouted lips. Nothing could be sadder than the thought of wasted food, especially that of RICE.

❝ M-Maybe I do need help... How about I repay you by making you your favourite onigiri? I’m really good at that! I promise! ❞

The whole reason behind her having so many bags of rice was FOR that reason-- Being complimented on her TALENT of making onigiri and being asked to teach others on how to make it. Even if the thought of being a teacher TERRIFIED her.

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Posers || Nontannus

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“What’s the point in practising singing and dancing with only two people?” A puff of air was exhaled against fringe falling before her eyes as the third year eyed the camera the first was setting up. While Hanayo held a small point, this close to their next live it would make more sense for them all to practice those together, just to be sure everyone was in sync with one-another.

But poses? Those could be used any time. Who knew when someone might approach with requests for an autograph or photo? Because, you know! If you were going to be the next best idol, just like Nico, people were going to line up around the block several times just for the chance.

Ever so slightly aggravated sigh escaped as the ravenette stood, her steps bringing her toward the video camera that was being set up on the free desk. “What’s wrong? It isn’t hard to setup a video camera right?”

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A shy nod was made in response to her words being shot down almost INSTANTANEOUSLY. Nico was the expert when it came to idols-- Why was Hanayo even questioning that? It was clear in the way Nico did EVERYTHING-- With her dancing, her persona, and even the way she posed! Nico-chan ALWAYS seem prepared.

And yet when the third year approached her, Hanayo almost DROPPED the camera, freezing momentarily before she finally pressed the right button to get it to work. She only hesitated to ask her question, the third year’s aggravated aura pushing her into finally fixing the camera up right.

... Even if Hanayo wasn’t too good with cameras.

❝ N-No! It’s not. All done! What poses were you thinking about? ❞

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@shaggy-hairandsharp-teeth was staring at you curiously!

On stage, Hanayo didn’t mind being stared at. On stage, it was to be expected-- And she even got a thrill from it, knowing that they were there to see her and the other μ's. But in the street, she still found it a little odd that she was even acknowledged.

❝ A-Ano... Can I help you...? ❞

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Rice With Caution || Little Detective

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Try as he might, it was almost impossible to miss the thin layer of rolling grains as they suddenly appeared underfoot. Most of the mess had avoided him, and he had felt lucky for a moment afterwards, but his foot was yanked out from under him when he dared to take a step back. Letting out a high-pitched yelp and landing on his back, Conan felt his own glasses flying off his face.

A pained groan escaped him, eyes squeezing shut. Who the hell carried about that much rice, anyway?

“I’m fine,” he muttered and rolled onto his side before pushing himself into sitting up, little bits of uncooked rice adhering to his palm and back. All it took was pinching and shaking off his clothes for the grains to fall off, eyes wandering from the mess to the girl. She was cute, but that didn’t excuse her mess.

While she apologized and searched for her glasses, Conan went about trying to find them himself. His vision was fine, even without his glasses, so finding the rectangular frames wasn’t a problem for him.

“Here,” he found her glasses and his own sitting not far from each other, but he handed hers over first just to be kind, “be careful next time.”

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There was no excuse for being CLUMSY. Hanayo knew this, but she hadn’t realised one of the bags had split open just yet. She wouldn’t realise until she got a hold of her glasses, wherever THEY decided to fall off too. Patting at the ground still, she felt herself freeze once she moved onto a patch that WAS spilled grains, her expression falling into an even BIGGER panic.

❝ O-Oh no... No, no, no...! ❞

Hands left the path, desperately fumbling and grazing over the bags off rice, looking for holes. Attention COMPLETELY LOST on the fact that she can’t see without her glasses (She should have worn her contacts today) to see how much she had LOST, how much she’d have to CLEAN UP, how much a complete MESS of a day she’d made--

                             ❝ Here, be careful next time. ❞

A blurred, familiar, rectangular frame placed in front of her eyes, she blinked as if she HADN’T recognised them at all. Before hunching her shoulders a little, sheepishly taking them from the young boy and clumsily placing them back on. Tears PRICKED at her eyes, a familiar saying on the tip of her tongue that she tried to swallow down to thank the boy properly--

❝ I-I’m really sorry!! I-I’ll clean this all up! Uuu... ❞

Biting her lip, she looked down at the bags that had toppled from her grasp, beginning to pile the FINE ones on top of each other as she looked for the burst one. She’d have to scoop all the rice back into that one and throw it out-- What a waste of money... And she got a small kid hurt too...

❝ Ano... I’m in a bit of a hurry but... Please let me make this up to you! ❞

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Crepes || Hiemsmaiden

[ Even though you're growing up, you should NEVER stop having F U N . ]

Even with the constant DEDICATION each member put into μ's practices and performances, and how much TIME that took up alone-- There were moments where they had a break. Where they could reconnect away from school and relax without worrying about the next step in their dance of life. Today was simply one of them-- Hanayo gaining the COURAGE to invite Eli out to get some crepes. Just the two of them-- Seeing as they were both unoccupied that day.

And yet, nerves still managed to flutter about in the girl’s heart. It wasn’t that Eli-chan had ever made her uncomfortable-- She simply wondered if she was being too FORCEFUL with her asking. For her to even invite someone out somewhere half the time was trouble enough, usually ending with Hanayo not even TRYING to and hoping they’d do so instead.

It was always so much easier when it wasn’t HER in control.

❝ S-So... What’s Eli-chan’s favourite crepe? I’m not sure if I have one, they’re all so good! ❞

She begins-- Attempting small talk so they both wouldn’t be left in silence. Once they had a conversation going, Hanayo KNEW all these nerves would settle again. They always did when she was talking to a friend.

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Lost Train || WriteMeEndlessSongs

[ The two words 'INFORMATION' and 'communication' are often used I N T E R C H A N G E A B L Y, but they signify quite DIFFERENT things. Information is giving out; communication is getting through. ]

Being late was one thing that Hanayo HATED being. If anyone else was late, it wasn’t a problem. She could understand that others were busy or had other things on-- But when it came to HERSELF, she had to be on time. If she was late, she felt like only a burden to the rest of the group. She guessed she was just lucky that it wasn't an important live performance and just a hangout--

-- Not that THAT was an excuse to be late OR as lost as she was right now. Her feet tapped against the ground in a light sprint, breath LABOURED as she tried to catch up to the person ahead of her. Just for help, more than anything, seeing as the street seemed rather DESERTED excluding them and THAT was why Hanayo was so worried that she was LOST.

❝ E-Excuse me! ❞

Panted through uneven breaths as she lightly tapped on the girl’s shoulder, stopping to take a breath. One deeper and more EVEN-- This is what she got for skipping ONE morning jog--

❝ W-Would you... Happen to know where the nearest... Train station is? ❞

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Street Idol || Chiibiya

[ All I have to say is basically if performing, SINGING, acting, and DANCING is what you want to do, then you just HAVE to do it - no matter where it is. ]

Singing, dancing, performing, posing-- All of this was EXPECTED of an idol when she was on stage. And once someone became famous-- The entire WORLD was their stage. Paparazzis would define the stage as they stalked, forcing the celebrity to improv to appeal to their flashes and snaps. An impromptu routine recovered QUICKLY so they wouldn’t disappoint their new-found audience.

But right now, Hanayo WASN’T being stalked by a paparazzi. Her stage wasn’t yet defined, seeing as no one had recognised her yet. Instead, she was simply zoned out as she walked down the street, shopping (snacks, food-- Nothing BENEFICIAL) in her arms. Idol music from groups that weren’t her own played through her ears, encouraging her movements.

Soon her walk had turned from simple steps that wouldn’t be noticed against maybe a slight skip, to slightly harder moves. All with her eyes closed-- Fully in-tune with the song and the idol’s moves that she had heard all too long ago. A side effect of being obsessed with idols-- Wanting to and LEARNING all the steps to all their songs. So was the fact that she was in PUBLIC-- Which she didn’t remember until her eyes caught sight of someone STARING at her.

Of course her reaction was to immediately STOP, let her cheeks flush to the BRIGHTEST red, and stare back at them with the loudest STUTTER.

❝ S-S-Sorry!! U-Uh... W-Were you the only o-one... Who saw that? ❞

He’s the only she can see, anyway.

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Posers || Nontannus

❝ Nico-chan, is pose practice really necessary? ❞

Against the lack of stutter in her sentence, her tone remained SHEEPISH. Rain PELTED at the window outside, the classroom secluded apart from the two girls. Everyone else had something else to do while the rain CANCELLED practice-- What with School Counsel duties and costume making for the next Live. Rin was helping Maki with the finishing touches of the song, even if Maki INSISTED she didn’t need any help at all.

This left the two odd ones out in the classroom, Nico insisting that Hanayo DEFINITELY needed practice with posing. So here she was, fiddling nervously with the camera’s settings.

❝ I-I mean, isn’t singing and dancing more important to practice on while we wait for the others...? ❞

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