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backstagebaae:

GOOD THING TINO was feeling pretty damn chipper and alert right now, otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to catch all or even any of this. She fired questions out with barely any space to breathe in between, and had it been some other day, Tino’s head would’ve hurt, trying to figure out which one to answer first. “It is like you’re always surrounded by friends, isn’t it?” He wasn’t much of a writer–he wasn’t a writer at all–so he certainly admired those who could create their own characters. “Ah–but, you’re right in your guess. I am an actor. I’ve just been acting for so long that I’m finding it hard to choose a favourite play. There’s so many!” He tilted his head. “And how do you know you’re not very good at it? Maybe you could try again!”

          “I knew it!” And her smile grows all the brighter for it. He just has that je ne sais quois about him—a certain confidence in movement that she only sees in the people Fukuzawa occasionally hires to pose for her drawings. And he has a nice smile, too. Ruru is certain that his audience appreciates it as much as she does. As for her own acting, Ruru touches a finger to her lower lip. There’s the whole deal with her health that prevents her from plenty of activities, but when has Ruru let that stop her? Plus, she sees a perfect opportunity to make a new friend! “Hey, are you offering to teach me? I could be an artist and an actor!”

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breakmaki:

     ❝Ruru.❞ Honoka’s cold act falters in degrees. How can she be an ice queen– even a pretend one– in the face of Ruru’s sunshiny enthusiasm? She’ll melt. With an exasperated huff, she makes it clear that she’s dropping the ‘mean girl’ character… for now. Despite the fact that Ruru’s outburst attracted the attention of a few bystanders, a tiny, sheepish smile crosses her face. ❝A character with fringe? Is that your way of saying you want me to model?❞ She gives a dubious laugh– she’s always been a bit apprehensive, about being drawn. 

     Still. Since they started working together– it wouldn’t be the first time something like that has happened. Ruru will often ask her to pose, getting Honoka move her hand a certain way, or to hold her head at a certain angle to get the drawings just right. Photos aren’t always the same as real-life references. And Honoka’s willing to brush her doubts aside if it means improving the quality of their work.

     ❝Anyway… I want to see your drawings first. You worked hard on them, didn’t you?❞ Her tone is serious now. Because of course Ruru worked hard on them. She wants the manga to be a success– it’s everything to her. Honoka starts to twist a pigtail around her fingers again. Not to say the fringe idea is an impossibility, but she wants to see Ruru’s sketches before they go making decisions like that.

          “I did!” She chirps, always glad to be shepherded back on track by Honoka. Ruru is always reaching for something new to see or do, stretching herself thin in every direction, that Honoka’s clear-cut organisation is refreshing for her. Honoka always knows what’s next, and most of the time that’s a good thing. This time she doesn’t walk ahead, but instead keeps time with Honoka’s footsteps (though it seems like there will always be more energy in Ruru than she knows what to do with). 

    Ruru is pretty confident that they’ll impress Fukuzawa, though she doesn’t want to say as much right now. She sees enough friction between Maki and their editor to know that it’s something that might cause stress, and that’s the last thing Ruru wants right now. So she clasps her hands behind her back (all the better to resist the urge to hold Honoka’s), and trots along obediently. 

     Though it’s not late when they arrive at Ruru’s home, there’s not nearly enough time for everything that Ruru wants to do. There never is. As if to make up for lost time, she removes her shoes without breaking stride and takes the stairs two at a time, greeting her parents and urging Honoka to follow in the same breath.

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sunset.. * 夏にまた一歩近づいた

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honoka, looking up at the sky. 'send help.'

          “Isn’t it obvious? Date them both!”