Can You Hear the Colors?

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.

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.

“ Afterwards you just cut them out and put a candle inside. It’s called a Jack-O-Lantern and they’re used to decorate porches and the like for Halloween! “ A cough came from the stand owner, looking at Eiji scribble on his product. An embarrassed laugh came from him as he slowly handed the money over for the smaller one before looking down at the younger individual. 

“R-really, you should take it! I-it’s not m-my holiday anyway aha.” he ‘said’, showing none of what he thought on his face. “Y-you’re the one t-that really wanted it anyway!”

Yes, this was a person that lived in that world, free of danger. Of course he’d want to try and give that excess to others. Tune’s world however had no room for such things.

"Let’s see: They said 5 PM,” mutters Cuco to himself, “So that means… t-ten minutes!? You’ve got to be kidding me; I can’t make it there in ten minutes!”

A somewhat sad look of sympathy passed on Tune’s face. There was no need for him to hide behind his walls, so there was no reason to not show it. He wasn’t sure what was so pressing, but if it was enough to cause the other concern, it must have some importance. 

However his somewhat gloomy gaze led him to look at the spider in his hands. And that gave him an idea. He’d done it once before back home, but... could he do it here too? Looking behind him, there was one of the perfect size.

“D-don’t worry, I-I have a plan!” and with a quick kick of his foot, he lept up to one of the larger spiders, taking a firm seat on its back, close to the point its head and body connected. With a quick pat, he had the spider crouch down.

“E-eh? T-t-there’s not r-really turkeymen are there?”

It pricks at his empathy, just the teensiest bit.

“N-n-not really. Spiders aren’t t-that bad at all! T-they’re usually r-really calm.”

Of course, Tune had left out hat this was not the first time he had seen large spiders. These ones weren’t nearly as scary, since they were just scaled up. It was unlikely he’d return into the stomach of a spider, and their webs weren’t going to slice open arms and legs while holding you still. These were just spiders, not weapons. And even the weaponized ones were not the absolute monsters the other members had thought they were.

“ No no it’s fine! If you need one as well, you should get that one for yourself. It’s a nice pumpkin too, so it’s more the better for you to take it! “ Waving his hands, he’d find a bit of a smaller pumpkin, holding it up and nodding his head. 

“N-no, r-really it’s all ok! I-I don’t even actually r-really know w-what’s going on right now, s-so you should take it. I-it would be m-m-much more useful to y-you.”

@soundofsouls

🎼 She was only a piano. What were they expecting her to do?

Unless she was danced or carried away, she had always remained in the same place, waiting for someone to play her. Being a good piano meant never straying far from your audience and she wanted to remain the very best instrument she could be. But she couldn’t stay out here, waiting for someone to pick her up and whisk her away to a new home. 

Because it started to rain. 

“~~~ ♪ ♪ ♪ ! ! ! “

Startling the instrument out of her thoughts, Piano flinched at the drops of water that began to sink into her clothes. Frantically, she looked for a place to keep herself dry and spotting the nearest storefront with an awning, ran to it as fast she could while hiking up the hem of her dress.As soon as she got there, she grabbed the arm of the only other person there and pointed anxiously to the sky while jumping on her heels.

However, not everyone, in fact very little in history, shared his vision. They also did not share his experience, nor his need for concealment in the dark and damp weather. It was an inconvenience, only bringing about more problems than it was worth. One such as the visitor who had shown up while he’d looked out at the world of color for his eyes only.

But this person, if they were even such, was more than a normal arrival. At the ‘voice’ that poured from her, a feeling never expected welled inside Tune’s chest. She was like him, in a way. Perhaps an even more pure version of him. He gave a gentle smile to her. No stutter, no panic. They were the same.

“🎶~~♪♪~🎶

♫🎵♫🎶”

By the time the possibly crazy man reached the stand, Tune was already standing there, having used his superior crowd weaving skills to get there ahead of him. In his hands he held up a pumpkin to the man, with a smile on his face.

“H-here! Y-y-you wanted one r-right?”

“Nothing to worry about,” he echoes, once he’s caught his breath. Echoing what – a bird? That couldn’t possibly be right. Turn around, won’t you? It doesn’t make sense to stand here and cower, now that the spiders are calm.

With fist to pounding chest, he looks back at the newcomer, back at the silent huddle. “I-is that so?” They have pointed fangs, some of them. Big enough to bite. “Hahaha…. I hope you don’t mind, but I’ll just be standing off to the side.” A good five meters away, to be exact.

“A-ah, d-don’t worry, t-they’re not gonna h-hurt you. T-t-they were just s-startled is all.” he ‘spoke’ to the other. “T-there’s no need to stay aw-way. See?” 

But this sight was too much to handle, someone in a witch costume riding a gigantic spider. She watched him go past her as Tokoha stared in complete bewilderment. 

“W-what are you doing?!”

That seemed so dangerous and reckless! There was least twenty things that co-

“Eek!”

However at the moment he was far too in control of the situation to really need to be nervous. He’d quite a while found the perfect frequency to somewhat talk to spiders. It wasn’t hard at all for him to calm them and control them, to an extent. In that way, in the current situation, he was probably the most fearsome person on the area.

“G-grab it there.” he ‘said’ pointing to a spot close to the not exactly well defined point where the two sections of the spider’s body connect.

“SOMEBODY HELP ME!” He cries. A low grumble rumbles far behind him, and from the distance emerges a hissing, spitting, rustling, rattling mob of 8-legged terrors.

Walking in between the boy and his pursuers, Tune crouched down next to a spider about the size of a dog, and started to pet it, causing it to calm. Following that, with his other hand, he moved a dial on his headphones to let out a low volume song, calming the other ones, and causing them to form a semi circle around him.