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The other’s snapped reply didn’t bother him too much. He jumped the suddenness of it, but aside from being a bit startled, he didn’t really mind. He was more than used to that sort of response from the way his grandfather spoke to him. Although he supposed it was a bit unfair to compare the two, as Rick didn’t ever seem to leave his retorts at a single statement.
Despite that, he couldn’t help but find himself rather disappointed with the answers he was given. He’d sort of been hoping all of that idol stuff would get someone out of having to go to high school in the first place. Perhaps that was for the better, though, since the more he learned about it, the more daunting it seemed. The only time he’d performed without winding up in the middle of an anxiety attack was when he was with Rick, and he was probably a little too old for this kind of thing, anyway.
Still, maybe it was a good thing to keep in mind as a backup plan. Anything seemed better than having to go off to college when he was done with high school. (If he ever managed to graduate, anyway.) There was still one thing he was a bit unclear on, though…
”Service the fans? Y-You mean like… fan-service, a-and all that weird guy on guy stuff that girls like?”
“Wh-- G-Guy on guy stuff!? What the hell kind of thing do ya think this is!?”
Now he was actually yelling. Even after being told countless times not to yell, especially in public, hearing something like that had embarrassed him so much that it just came as a natural reaction. It wasn’t as if this stranger was the first person -- especially an American person -- to have that misinterpretation, but it still bothered Koga enough that he had to consciously lower his voice when he spoke again.
“No-- Jeez, I’d never do stuff like that! It’s like- ya know, we gotta do stuff to make fans smile an’ be happy. My unit’s s’pposed to be dark an’ wild, not gay as shit. Leave that for some other group!”
