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He didn’t know why this job was for him, not when this pink gremlin thing knew Ichiro already. But oh well, work was work so Jiro would do it. Thankful for the existence of the GPS, he managed to make it to the studio without any issues. Well, with a few issues but at least he got there in time.

Stepping inside, he really didn’t know what he was even meant to do. He didn’t know anything about modeling, fashion, or even cared much about it. If the clothes were comfy and easy to move in that was all he needed, so what was the point in overthinking designs and patterns and fabrics? But oh well, if that was what someone wanted to do with their life then who was he to tell them not to.

Dual colored eyes stared at the much shorter male, briefly wondering how any adult could be that tiny. Did his parents not feed him enough or something? Spacing out thinking about it, he didn’t even register that the other was talking to him. Only once his pointless thoughts stopped processing did he finally notice, blinking a few times.

Well... she certainly couldn’t say Estelle was wrong. Rita typically didn’t let others in enough to know anything about her. Yuri, Estelle, and everyone else in their group were basically the only ones. The thought was quick to drift away as Estelle clasped her hands over her own, and for a heartbeat Rita could only focus on that.

Eccentric? Yes, that was certainly the word for it. She gave Estelle a small frown in response to that, but it faded the longer the princess went on. It was hard not to admit that Estelle’s kind words made her feel good. Her friend was so confident in her. So insistent that Rita not let what others thought of her get to her! Before long, Rita found herself letting a small sigh escape her. She usually wouldn’t have let what others said get to her.

“I wouldn’t exactly say I’m kind,” she admitted. “If any of us is kind, it’s you. But... I appreciate that, Estelle.” She should have been used to being looked at the way she was. Even in Aspio she was the weird one. She’d never had a reason to trust anyone before.

“I know I shouldn’t care what anyone else thinks. I never used to,” she said. The world was changing around them, though. She needed to make her research known as the world changed, and that meant facing people who thought of her as too weird. Too eccentric. It was daunting, and normally that wouldn’t have been an issue for one Rita Mordio. Now it was, though.

“It feels like some of these people I try to talk to about my research just take one look at me and go ‘Why should we listen to some weirdo?’ ...Ridiculous, right?” Rita forced a small snort of laughter. She wanted to brush it off. How easy would it be to go back to acting like things didn’t bother her? Well, if it had been anyone else, she imagined she could have. But Estelle knew better than that. She probably could see right through the facade if she tried to put it up now.

“Wow!”

“I didn’t know there was a flower shop here. It looks so pretty!” Mieu couldn’t help expressing his enthusiasm. While he and the others were traveling, they had reached the outskirts of Chesedonia and decided to take a look around. The sight of a shop they’d not stopped to explore before had drawn their attention, and while the others looked around other shops Mieu decided to investigate the flower shop. Anguium Flores, the sign read. The smell of flowers also successfully drew Mieu’s attention, too.

To his surprise, the door was already open. It left him plenty of room to go inside and get a better look and smell of things. When he stepped inside, his little smile grew that much bigger. If there was such a thing as heaven, Mieu was pretty sure he’d found it.

“There must be enough flowers here to fill Cheagle Woods,” Mieu mused. “Maybe even more!” That was when he finally spotted someone else inside the shop. A green-haired youth who appeared to belong there. Well, Mieu wasn’t above the idea of making friends. He flapped his ears a bit and waved a paw in the boy’s direction.

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The box was a bit extreme for what Ichiro anticipated from a paying job. Normally, it was a small amount of money; nothing requiring anything larger than an envelope. Regardless, he was going to have to wait until he got home (as directed) to figure out just what Ramuda had decided to give him. He gave his thanks, offered his services at any other time it may have been necessary, and made his way home to do just that. 

Looking over the pieces, it took Ichiro a moment to figure out what it all was. With the realization, however, the money was easily the less interesting thing that had been given to him. The note was read quickly, then dropped -- left to land who knows where on the floor. He had something better to focus on! Trying on the cosplay would prove to be... interesting, but he wasn’t going to give up on the details and accessories. 

Photos were taken in the mirror, and sent along with a few thank you text messages.

     Honestly, after a boring day at school, he had only been focusing on getting home from the station... but upon making his way through the abandoned Underpass, Akira somehow found himself witnessing a familiar pig-tailed girl dancing and singing away, which had him cease. Of course, he recognized her immediately, for not only had he seen her on TV, she was also an idol featured alongside Momo Kuruse on several shows; furthermore, they had met near the convenience store back when a horror movie was still being filmed at Kissouji and Ami was there to accompany him.

     Back then, he had watched his younger cousin eagerly yet politely request Ai’s autograph and from there, a conversation revolving around Momo Kuruse eventually ensued; either way, they had been acquaintances ever since, so when she turns, all startled, he doesn’t immediately try to walk past her the way he normally would if he met her for the first time. Instead, Akira would return her gaze with his usual blank expression.

        anything, huh?  yeah.  he and estelle really could do anything together, he thinks.  though he will not voice the words, yuri knows that with estelle by his side, all things are possible.    ❝  sure you don’t have too much faith in me ?  ❞    there’s a grin on his face despite his questioning tone.  yuri will make sure estelle’s faith is not misplaced.  estelle is a light that guides him.  a warm hand that always accepts him, no matter how bloody his own are.  he needs her more than she will ever know.  more than he will ever tell. 

✔ Ramuda and Jyuto?

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My muse(s): Iruma Jyuto

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❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink .

The inn food was not bad but the taste leaves something to be desired. The man went out to look for somewhere to eat, or at least a space, a kitchen he can cook his own food. Funnily, the flower shop girl was buying her dinner and deduced he was looking for something to eat as well. He tried to go the other way to not talk to her but she keeps circling around to meet him. Etude shoots her shot and asked him if he wants to join her for dinner. 

Deliberation between the two until Victor agreed on one condition he will supervise the cooking. The process was smooth, surprisingly. Once Etude (with Victor’s constant towering over her) was done with cooking, they sat down to eat. Even though he was over her shoulder, he was still suspicious.