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[{ 🦋 }] - "This isn't the first time I've gone without sleep" //sleep deprived blueberry, too much graveyard shift.

Lack of Sleep Starters! / accepting

"I-I know that. I just...worry that it'll catch up to you and your health will suffer because of your sleep deprivation." She brought her shoulders in and together a little. Fuuka will always worry about Minato--hell, she will always worry about her friends and lover more than she shouldn't.

Minato would snap his finger, and maybe clap his hands once, hopefully to take her out of her trance, he knows how that is since he also spaces out sometimes. "Uhh, Futaba-Chan? Are you in space right now?

There's a ringing of the doorbell or a knocking at the door. Once it's opened, he would find nothing but an unmarked black box sitting on his doormat. If it's lifted, he would find that it's got some weight to it. The moment it's opened, there's a constant ticking, much like a bomb. It stops suddenly after the lid is removed completely, and the next second, it's off. Takaya would be met with a blueberry pie to the face with a spring-loaded trap inside, but that's not all. There's music that starts playing, looping the chorus of Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode. With a Mini Takaya meant to make fun of him, it had a mic stand, making it seem like he was singing the song, the mini Takaya is holding a card.

Inside the card that says APRIL FOOLS, courtesy of the leader of S.E.E.S.

✞  ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ No one is supposed to know they're living here.

Now... this was not his first rodeo. He works with a teen that could make a postal bomb with his eyes closed-- so he naturally took precautions. And by that I mean he placed the package down, stepped a few feet backwards into the shady apartment they reside in, behind the sofa, and simply... shoots it.

A pause. No fire. What remains of the package is still ticking. Interesting. Welp-- he's lived this long... fine. He'll bite. What is it?

The very next thing, he's scraping cream from over his very tensed eyes. One of them is twitching. He is scraping piecrust out of his hair. The little takaya acrylic is half shattered from the gun shot. A part of him wishes it was a bomb.

"Hey, Minato...I have a favor to ask of you." Chiaki returned into the room with her laptop in hand before placing it down at the table near them. She was in the start of getting her gaming console together to plug into the television as she continued. "I was thinking...perhaps I could at least try to start a live stream and share my gaming or maybe do a video recording of it like a 'let's play'. Maybe it won't be too bad if I'm focused on the game itself...I think." Before they had a brief discussion about the possibilities she could do with her gaming skills and streaming was one of them to at least show off her talent for people to experience. But the one thing that could prevent her was possibly falling asleep during the stream or not engaging with her audience as much. But at least she had a little courage to think about trying...at least for now.

“You also treat your crew and staff with respect, much like it should be for anyone who runs a business. Most of those jackasses let power and wealth get the better of themselves and let greed run their life. You’re too much of a sweet blueberry to let something as silly as that get the best of you.”

“Buuuuuut since you happened to mention it, I wouldn’t mind taking a bite out of you when I’m craving a little something sweet to eat~”

"Hm?" She had heard someone telling her to watch out for something as soon as she turned her attention to them, and luckily, caught the drink just in time thanks to her quick reflexes. "Ah, thank you! Um... your name was... Arisato-kun, correct?" Her eyes scanned the label of the can.