MOE MOE KYUN!

Oh, it was…

….oh crap. They didn’t recall his name. Why couldn’t they do so? They were so good at memorization-curse whatever stupid knockout gas that had been used on them to drag them here for messing with their head. Jeez. They would just have to wing it and hope that either it would come back to them, or the other boy would introduce himself inadvertently.

“I’d like to move around but I don’t want to wake Melody up. I’m sure she will awaken soon, so I’ve been looking over the ID Card to see what’s on there.”

That prompted him to keep talking but still no indication of his name. Drat. 

“Isn’t everyone perplexed right now? I’d be weirder not to be, I think. Unless somebody here that isn’t you, me or Melody knows and hasn’t told us for whatever reason.”

Unfortunately for Eiji, Melody doesn’t even give him a snore in response. She’ll wake up soon, so try again later.

Eiji’s gaze softened upon noticing Shuichi’s bird was still sound asleep. He hadn’t been aware birds could sleep so deeply. Part of him wanted to put his handkerchief on her as a blanket. Would that be odd? He decided against it, figuring it was probably inappropriate for the situation at hand.

He fished around in his pants pocket for his own ID. Upon retrieving it, he tapped it on and watched as the screen lit up. Ah yes, there was all his basic information. Sliding the screen to the left, it also revealed maps and a section for notes.

“Oh, this is pretty neat,” he remarked, eyes sparkling. How moe. “I hope we get to keep these after this is over.”

After studying the map for a minute, he slipped the ID back into his pocket. There seemed to be a lot to explore.

They woke with a start. Though they didn’t seem worried so much about where they were and more about why they were there and also how they got there to an extent.

Basically, they were very unamused with this whole thing and the voice over the intercom making fun of them only made their mood worse. Thankfully, they seemed to be no worse for the wear aside from the memory gap and after a second of panic, managed to spot their bird sleeping peacefully on the table in front of them next to the ID card the voice had spoken of. Although they were relieved that Melody seemed relatively unharmed, the odd circumstances were still worrisome.

From the short glance around the room, they seemed to be in some odd sitting room. The voice had said they were in a mansion, hadn’t it? Of all places to be kidnapped to, a mansion seemed almost cliche. Pretty stupid, really.

As much as they wanted to look around and see what was going on here, Melody had yet to wake up and they would never even think about leaving her by herself in such an unfamiliar place. So instead, they scooped her up and placed her on their lap, sat back into the sofa and decided to see what they could get from their ID Card.

It was upon this scene that someone entered-probably someone exploring and finding their way back here for whatever reason. They looked up, a questioning look on their face.

“What do you want?”

At some point Eiji found himself left to his own devices -- a horrible idea, really. Since everyone seemed to be in a disgruntled mood, he decided it’d be best to leave them be. He turned and began investigating the room they were already in. However, he didn’t make it very far before bumping into another person. Metaphorically speaking, of course, since that person was sitting down. No, he merely noticed them and stopped.

“Greetings, Asahi-san! So it seems you’re here too,” he said. “And your bird companion.” He smiled politely at Shuichi, then Melody when they asked what he wanted. Did this mean they were in a bad mood too? His head was beginning to hurt, so he figured he ought to be even more polite than normal.

“Nothing, in all honesty,” he answered. “Are you not going to go look around with everybody else? Ahah, perhaps that’s hypocritical of me to ask. I guess I’m still here because I don’t want to push anybody’s buttons when we’re all so confused.

A melody rings out in her head as the music gets louder and louder. It doesn’t really matter who’s there or who hears it. The earbuds pump out a tune so loud even those around her can hear it. But when you’re in the zone, it really doesn’t matter who’s there. Or what they hear. Besides, listening to loud music is a good way to make sure you end up undisturbed. And being undisturbed in a pro when you’re working on a floorplan. A soft blue pencil skids across the page, each line as straight as can be. Okay, so for this scene… there should be a hidden door where the actor can slip in and out from the room without the audience seeing… so where should that go…?

As she mulls over this problem, her pencil continues to fall into the same dot. Thd. Thd. Thd. How should this line go? Her brain was trying to wrap around the mathematical side of it when something disturbs her concentration.

Something’s been disturbed. She can’t tell what yet but something. And it’s irking the hell out of her. Her eyes are forced away from the page and she finds someone, the tall archetypal blue-eyed beauty, approaching. Oh shit, does this mean they’re going to want to talk? Her music is still blaring out a migraine-inducing volume. Shit. She fumbles for the volume before opting to just throw the earbuds off in an impatient flurry.

Okay so… he looked… different. Not that she knew what he generally dressed like but… something seemed off. Probably the wet paint all over his jacket. Huh. That’s a weird fashion statement. Nothing to do with her, though.

She frowns, eyes going from the paint to his face, unsure of what to say and where to look. Well. What now? Best say something.

“Er, so… can I help you, or…?”

Fifteen minutes ago Eiji’s jacket had been pristine as ever. He had been going about business in the halls, on his way to deliver a dozen cupcakes to the music club. But as luck would have it, he had been intercepted while en route.

Kabedon was a popular action to perform these days -- whether done jokingly on a friend or seriously on a crush. And so, being whom he was, Eiji was a frequent kabedon victim for both reasons. This time, seeing as he didn’t know the girl who did it, he assumed it was serious.

The poor girl had run off after he rejected her advances, but not before accepting the cupcakes. So much for giving them to the music club... Oh well. She looked pretty destroyed.

Yet, based on the wet paint smeared on his jacket, she wasn’t as destroyed as his outfit was. So yeah, it turned out the wall art she had pushed him up against had been recently finished.

Only a few people were as daring as to paint the walls and then give no warning to keep away while they were dry. And only a few people of those people did work as stunning as the one he ruined.

So with his jacket covered in paint, Eiji approached a certain Towa Tobe. He knew her from Murder Game Club, though he couldn’t recall them ever talking. It was probably just a name he assigned to her face over time.

The small bit of confidence he felt when approaching her disappeared when she stared at him. Had it not been her work after all?

“Um, hello, Tobe-san!” he said, trying to sound cheerful. His voice cracked. “I was wondering if you did that painting on the wall downstairs today, and, well, my apologies! Your face is too pretty to express distress, but you may need to do so now because I ruined it...” A pause.

The garden was peaceful and quiet, not many people seemed to visit it so Suzume took it upon herself to make it the perfect reading spot or even the place she would sit and do some of her work. As a shadow cast over her book though, she didn’t seem to budge..until wait. Shadows normally meant someone was there…

The analyst looked up as a familiar face addressed her, she knew him to be Eiji Ebina the SHSL Butler who is rather famous in Akihabara for being known as the most popular butler at JUNJOU+ROSE Butler Cafe. Did Suzume know first hand his charms? No, she did not…

“…..Yes, I am. You are Eiji Ebina… SHSL Butler.”

That was all she said for a moment as she put her bookmark in her book and closed it, laying it on another pile of textbooks before she looked up at Eiji with her usual quiet expression and then bowed her head in respect before she looked back up at him and spoke quietly.

“…..I would like to help you with your lines, for I helped write them so I….would enjoy offering my assistance.”

When Eiji moved, she squinted for a moment as the sun hit her pale face and then moved to a less sunny spot on her bench as Eiji spoke, he seemed rather into this and she was excited for the club’s next performance as well…you just couldn’t tell.

“….I think that would be nice, it would add some realism to the show itself…where should we…practice?”

Eiji clapped his hands together, his smile growing. He looked down at the girl again and decided it was best to not bring up the fact that she knew where he was from.

“Thank you for the help, miss!” he said. “I’m very sorry, but may I know your name? I don’t think we’ve ever talked exclusively with one another. I’m so glad I’m getting to know somebody as nice as you are. I’m also relieved you already know me! That means one introduction is out of the way. And if I’m welcome to join you, I’d love to practice here.”

He sat down beside her, enjoying the sunlight shining down on him. He didn’t mind taking the sunny spot, especially if she didn’t want it. The warmth of the sun always made him feel happier.

After taking a moment to get comfortable, he continued to talk.

Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?

What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?

Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?

Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?

Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?

Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?

In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?

In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?

Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?

Does your character remember names or faces easier?

Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?

Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?

What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?

Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?

What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?

In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?

What does your character like in other people?

What does your character dislike in other people?

How quick is your character to trust someone else?

How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?

How does your character behave around children?

How does your character normally deal with confrontation?

How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?

What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?

What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.

Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.

In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?

Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?

How does your character behave around people they like?

How does your character behave around people they dislike?

Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?

Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?

How does your character treat people in service jobs?

Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?

Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?

Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?

How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?