“I read it from the internet tabloids! Ahh so it wasn’t true? I almost wanted to say congratulations!”

Send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it’s a secret.

Worst experience of my life! He was always in my dressing room and he’d leave the wrappers for his crisps behind and I’d just be like -- what the hell, do you know whose dressing room this is, you punk!?

And then when I end up going to his dressing room... I end up cleaning it for him!? ME, THE SENPAI?

In all seriousness though, we really hit it off somehow! There was even this time when we turned my dressing room into a karaoke box with Dean and Shoji did this manic cover of SONIC DRIVE! -- we even ended up drinking a little, even though the three of us had scenes to do later that day.

Shoji and I had a lot of scenes together, so there were a lot of times where we’d just be lounging on the sofa doing script readings, and he was really serious about it -- like, really serious. More serious than me, even! I think he was nervous about it, what with it being his first feature film, but it translated into this amazing performance where he paid attention to his setting and used it for when his character had to fumble -- like he’d pick up a prop, for example, and then fiddle around with it. And every time we’d re-take a scene he’d pick a new prop, like he thought of something better, and this kind of detail is something that reminds me a lot of myself when I first started acting, so I have to say it was pretty nostalgic to witness.

He was also incredibly patient whenever I had to ask him to read my kanji for me. That’s a level of irreplaceable you don’t see very often in the professional world.

『questions, questions every where』

    「 Perhaps he’d recognize her face. Most usually did. Fei liked to never take her reapings by surprise, appearing once or twice in passing while they were on the street or busing themselves with work. A setting where she could pass by as a face in the crowd and silently give them the theoretical mark of death. Her mark. Now, she stood over the man, watching the red tint of blood fade from his body, and waited for his soul to realize what had just transpired. Hands in her dress pants pockets and a lingering smile on her face, she finally spoke.

shoujiru:

He realized he’d spaced out when the stranger pointed it out, because of this he laughed shortly and seemed embarrassed. “That is very kind of you. Thank you, Akari,” he accepted her considerate gesture with a polite bow of his head.  “And you are absolutely right. Sometimes there’s no better stress relief than cold beer,” he agreed with her as he took the glass, mirroring her action and taking a sip. A long sip. Followed by a satisfied sigh. “Yep, that’s good,” he grinned as he sat back on the couch. “Oh .. I’m Shoji, by the way. Where are my manners?” He sat up more straight while finally introducing himself.

He quickly adopted the attitude of someone who was getting scolded by a figure of authority, or even a parent. His eyes shifted as he avoided straight eye contact with Mirei, he wore a somewhat childish sulking expression.

“This is my first time baking and I got a little too excited, okay?” He continued the act of a sulking teenager, pouting as he half muttered. “I heard somewhere that creativity is good whenever you’re making any kind of food so that’s what I tried to do here,” he kept his defensive shield up stubbornly even though it was obvious that he’d accidentally sabotaged the cake.