This is my other self!

Ann took out her phone to send a text to the makeup artist she knew. She might not hear them back right away, but she was pretty sure that they should be able to do it. And in case if she couldn’t, The lovers herself can put makeup on him. If she can do it for herself, she should be able to put it on somebody else and make them look pretty as well.

“Sweets bring people together. So it works out in the end. And what kind of sweets do you like, Yusuke? If you’re buying, it has to be something you like since we’ll be celebrating on your first modeling gig.”

Yusuke could definitely appreciate Ann’s enthusiasm. He was glad to have a friend to guide him through this modeling experience even if it might be a bit strange at first, but maybe he might end up liking it in the end. Well, he’ll just have to see how it goes.

“Abstract, huh? That’s the kind of thing Junpei’s girlfriend does, from what I’ve heard. Apparently she’s really good, too.” Minako relaxed, relieved that her off-the-cuff suggestion might be of some help (and possibly an incentive to keep food around in the first place). She pinched the protein bar shut and secured it with a rubber band before returning to the popcorn once more. She just couldn’t generate enthusiasm for that kind of food unless she was desperate, and she’d never really been able to turn down sweets.

“As for me, though…realistic things are all I know how to do, and even those aren’t anything special. I was more into sports as a kid.”

The truth was that creative endeavors had always been a little intimidating. People talked about art revealing something about the artist, after all, and she’d had a lot that she didn’t want to acknowledge for any length of time, let alone show.  

“The idea’s grown on me since I moved to Port Island, but the club at school didn’t have any openings, and I really wouldn’t know where to start.”

“I see! I didn’t realize that Junpei’s girlfriend is also an artist. I’d love to meet her!” Junpei did love the idea of meeting more artists, but the thought had been a little intimidating too. He had a bad habit of comparing himself to others though when it came to artwork which wasn’t a good habit to have. 

“I see. There’s nothing wrong with realistic drawings, they are quite nice too. Ah, sports. That’s something I was never particularly good at. Which sports did you play?”

Sports were something that Yusuke had never considered playing even as a child, it had always been art for him.

“WHoa!” Ryuji let out as he was dragged into the theater unexpectedly. Once they got to the ticket vender, he ended explaining what was happening in the manga he was reading whether Yusuke was listening or not. He was using his hands a lot, being so into the story just by telling it. 

ONce they got their tickets, he looked at Yusuke and pointed to the food. “You want somethin? I’m starving.”

Yusuke did listen to what Ryuji had to say about the manga... Sort of. He had been more focused on trying to make it into the theater in time, but of course there had been the issue of snacks. Truthfully Yusuke had only brought enough money for his ticket so anything beyond that seemed unlikely. 

“This might be prying and you don’t have to answer but are you able to maintain a balanced diet? Being malnourished could cause issues both physically and psychologically. If you’d like I could bring over some dishes I prepared for myself since I tend to overdo it a bit…”

*Now this wasn’t even counselling anymore this was purely Takuto being concerned about the young man. While his own eating habits were far from perfect he could recall eating breakfast or not.*

“Well...” before Yusuke could answer it seemed as though his stomach growled in response. “Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly trouble you to do that, Maruki-san. You already do so much by offering emotional support I couldn’t ask for you to provide me with food too.” 

[ Continued from (x) | @snackingart ]

Blue eyes, once staring blankly at the floor of the subway, blink at the sudden appearance of an object rolling across his vision. The scuffed toe of his shoe immediately descends to press lightly on what he notices is a pencil. Strange. Could it be one of his? The arm holding his sketchbook pulls tighter against his his chest as he bends, plucking the dropped item from the floor. 

Only once Lucas sits back to inspect it (it’s clearly not the same quality as the sorts of pencils he carries around– It’s of much higher quality, for one.) does a voice from the seat across from him snatch his attention.

A favour? Well, now that he thinks about it, it definitely had come rolling over from the stranger’s direction. Putting two and two together, the teenager holds it up for him to see.

“Is… Is this yours?” Even if it isn’t, he’s curious as to what this ‘favour’ he’d like is. Hopefully nothing too crazy…

Yusuke was glad that the other seemed to be quick to understand. The pencil that had rolled over was now in possession of the stranger and this was exactly what he had needed back! What luck that someone actually listened to him, since most of the other people on the subway didn’t want to be bothered by something like this.

“Yes, it is. That’s what I was trying to ask you to get it for me. Thank you.” 

He couldn’t afford to lose another one of his art supplies since he so often splurged on the expensive ones. He had been glad that his pencil had been retrieved but now he had been interested in the blue-eyed stranger.

“They said it was a large onliiiine…” Futaba puffed out her cheeks sulkily. “The festival starts in three hours… how’re we gunna find another costume before then?? We’ve gotta match, Inari, or there’s no point going!” Largely so that she could duck behind him if anybody asked them any questions about their garb.

There were two primary answers - neither of which had crossed the hacker’s mind because the idea of physically walking into an actual shop was not even on her radar - Tokyu Hands and Don Quixote, both of which were in Shibuya, between here and the festival in Yoyogi Park.

“Stop growing.” She told Yusuke off glumly, getting to her feet and pulling out her phone. “Yeah look, see - Large! It’s not a large at all!” Such was the issue with trying to take the quick route to cosplay. Maybe next time they should make their own outfits, but she didn’t know where to start and they definitely didn’t have time right now.

“Large for whom? Could it be you ordered this in women’s sizes?” well, ok, Yusuke could fit into women’s sizes at times. “I’m convinced this was meant for a child...Three hours is still an ample amount of time to do something about this predicament.” at least Yusuke hoped so. It was time to get creative.

If Yusuke had been more crafty with sewing he might have been able to at least attempt to fix the outfit himself, but alas, he would need to buy something new at this point. Surely they could still find something that could come close enough to matching with Futaba. 

@mewgagotoku​‘ asked:  this is your favourite, right? ’ ( @hikikohacker​ )

[Love Sentence Starters. Accepting.]

Ann was about to say he did chase a few girls away that night also. But she understood how that felt when a bunch of guys bother her and Makoto before at the beach. It was pretty annoying.

”I’m glad you seem excited about this. In a way, you’ll get to see what it’s like to be the muse instead of the artist for a day. I guess makeup is like painting sort of. But I promise it won’t take as long. With how fair your skin looks, you might not need foundation. Oh, I have an idea! Maybe after the photo shoot, we can celebrate with something sweet?”

This was definitely going to be a new experience for him, but there wasn’t any harm in trying it once. It seemed a little exciting actually and if he really didn’t like it then he could always just never do it again.

Minako hadn’t been lying about being fine with the protein bar, but at the prospect of sharing the caramel corn, she brightened all the same.

“Thanks! I guess it is kind of a lot, isn’t it?” She snagged a few pieces from the bag and popped them into her mouth.

“Though if you’re going to make a habit of it, something like fruit or nuts might be more practical since they won’t make you crash later. Not to mention you could always draw the fruit or something… or do you draw fruit? I know there are artists who do things like that, but…” 

Minako trailed off, focusing on getting the wrapper off of her bar without crushing it further. Art was something that had started to pique her curiosity, but she got the impression that she’d just revealed her utter lack of knowledge.

“Yes, there’s definitely enough for the both of us to share.” he smiled when Minako took some as well. Now he felt a bit better about Minako offering food to him.

“I see. I’ll have to keep that in mind. Draw the fruit? You know, I haven’t done any realistic drawing in quite some time. I have been focusing more on abstract pieces, but, perhaps I should refocus and try working on something like that.”

“I’m glad that you’re finding the counselling enjoyable and if you need to talk to me, I’d be happy to do so any time. It’s also good to hear that you are going to work on that, I look forward to hearing your progress.”

*It seemed that a number of people were struggling and Maruki was going to do everything in his power to make sure that it stopped. For now though, all he could do was be a support for those who needed it.*

“Please feel free to take a snack if you want one, there’s no need to be reserved.”

“I really do appreciate it, Maruki-san.” Yusuke smiled, actually feeling rather inspired by the entire experience. He can now understand why his friends felt the need to go to this ‘counseling’ as well. He definitely knew he wanted to come back to visit with Maruki again.

The offer of a snack had Yusuke’s attention. He normally wouldn’t want to impose, but Maruki had been so kind that he didn’t mind taking it. Of course there was a moment of hesitation but Yusuke reached for a pack of cookies. How wonderful! Counseling and snacks.

Ryuji rushed out of the house, giving his mom a quick ‘see you later’ before completely out the door. He faintly heard her tell him to have a good time. He looked at the time on his phone as he ran, almost running into someone. He apologized loudly but kept going. 

By the time he got to the movie theater, it was about 5 minutes before the movie started. He leaned over with his hands on his knees, catching his breath. “I made it,” he said, his voice cracking. With the adrenaline pumping through his body, he didn’t even feel his leg even aching. 

Ryuji had been cutting it close and admittedly Yusuke had been a little worried, but, all he could do was wait and trust that he would make it on time. He avoided checking the time because it would just end up causing him to worry more.

Tenji breathed a sigh of relief, quickly closing the space between himself and the door, helping the taller to close it behind him and secure it shut.

“Thank you - my name’s Tenji.” He held out his arms ahead of himself for inspection - it was almost a reflex now, but neither of them could see much near the darkened entranceway. He was prepared for whatever grilling he was given here — anything was better than starving to death outside. “Um. I’ll be happy to answer any questions, but do you have some food I could share? I’ve got some packets of rice in my bag which you’re welcome to have in return…”

Moving a little deeper into the building, he looked around. It looked to be in a better state than a lot of the others around here - it might be old, but it had clearly been well looked-after before all hell broke loose.

“Holing up in a school, huh… is it difficult to cover all the exits? How many people are here?”

Yusuke made sure to lock up tight after the other had made it inside. He really hoped he had made the right decision, but he really didn’t see the harm in helping him out. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Tenji. My name’s Yusuke.” so far everything seemed so good. Yusuke carefully lead the way further inside of the school. Of course some of the others had looked to get a look at the newcomer, but Yusuke had been ready to vouch for him. “Thank you. Ah, yes, we have a section with food in it we can go there first...Thank you, that serves as a fair trade.” at least he hoped so. Yusuke wouldn’t really know until he had to deal with the higher ups.

He continued to walk Tenji along now heading towards the cafeteria section to be able to get him some food, although he knew he would need to talk to the people guarding the entrance to convince them of letting them in first.