There had been a cute, short, random person struggling to hold up a tv when he first saw this person. And he was also short (cute??) and random, so he had offered his help. Two short people, just getting along, right? Something like that, yeah.. totally.
Ahh, getting through a crowd would be a problem. While normally he could have just made everyone forget about the pair, he didn’t seem to have full access to his powers here. Tokura-san had warned him about that after all, though.
“Hmm, hmm. Why? I dunno.“ He keeps walking with them, making sure to balance the tv evenly between them. They seemed to be walking faster than before, but Takuto still wasn’t exactly sure where they were going.
"Shh, shh, don’t just say it out loud!” A serious expression gave way to a more pleasant one. “Nah, it was just a whim I guess. My whole purpose is to help people, and that seems to extend to individuals? Hmm, I’m not sure myself, Cray never really explained what I was….. Ah, I’m rambling now. Anyways, I’m not really a bad person I think.” Though if you asked people from his own world, they would tell a different story.
Of course tune wasn’t naive enough to believe the other was actually a hero. He didn’t really believe in heroes. While he loved tokusatsu shows and their selfless motives and desires, in his world someone like that was only out for themselves. Money, power, it was always something. The fact that the other denied being a hero actually made him a bit less worried.
Until the next part of course. Never explained what he was? That was... too similar to what Ambivalent was like. Created to help people? That was what all their weapons were said to be. His shoulders stiffened slightly as he kept walking. Slight, almost unnoticeable, but his level of worry was certainly heightened now. He didn’t need his eyes to see the other, and with every step taken Tune would be watching him. The slightest step out of line, he’d abandon the TV and run. Maybe even use it as a distraction, throw it on top of the other to give a moment of escape.
“A-ahaha, t-that’s an i-interesting way of putting things. Y-you know p-people might think you’re an a-alien or something!” he ‘said’ a bit nervously. Not much more than usual, but still present.
“Ah, l-look, there’s the s-station!” he tried to point out, but remembered letting go of the TV would likely send it crashing, defeating the purpose of everything. He’s probably be able to get away soon, and not have to worry anymore. Once at the train, he could make any number of excuses to get the other to leave. Or just trip him as the train left if he had to.










