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Ramuda gaze hits the floor. A whimper escapes his lips, “ I’m sorry, Onee-san.”  

He says, a single tear sliding his cheeks. “ I just wanted to spend time with 

someone as cute as you. “ He mumbles, pretending to cry as he sniffs a bit. 

He rubs his eyes, wiping the tears from his face. He wasn’t pleased 

about being denied.  So, he decided it’s about time to use child-like stature to 

his advantage. Maybe. Just Maybe—that could get through to this female 

like the others he’s spent time with.

“Cute as me...”

Out of all the attempts she had gotten from fans or general appreciators alike to cast her attention on them, this sure was one of the most difficult to decline. The poor guy was already crying. She fumbled around awkwardly, looking away for a brief moment before returning her attention to him.

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“>>From what I understand. Friends are supposed to bring organics into producing dopamine and serotonin in the form of "happiness” if that subject: FUTABA does not bring you happiness.“

”>>Then I take it. They are not a good friend. you should find a friend that follows it’s function.“

          “OH! A sharp eye!” He exclaimed, with a glint coming from his own optics, at the girl’s noting. It’s not like he had any intention or reason to hide his identity as an idol; It was simply never brought out as any kind of relevant conversation topic throughout the encounters he’s made within the city,and so there was never a chance to bring it up.           Again, if someone were to inquire about it, he wouldn’t lie.

          “Rokuya Nagi, at your service.” He introduces, waving his hand towards his chest. “It’s true. I am the courier for a song’s message. I am, as you would call it, an idol.”  If his friends were here, they would’ve chastised him for acting so openly to the public. Fans could tail him in his private life,after all. But this city didn’t seem to recognize him as an idol or… Someone of higher importance, so why not give this lovely lady a few revelations?

“Yes! I totally hit it right on the nail!” It seemed as if his excitement was rather contagious as even Ann couldn’t help but get a little amped up. Perhaps that was also due to her simply feeling proud of her honed deduction skills, too. Either way, a warm smile graced her pale features at his friendly disposition. 

ryuji almost had the time to smile back at his friend before the tender moment was cut short by her scolding.

“c-c’mon, ann! can’t a guy be excited to see one of his best friends in the whole wide world!?” his lips pursed into an over-exaggerated pout. he knew that puppy-dog looks couldn’t even compete against ann’s iron will, but he mostly did it just to play around. it almost felt like he was back in tokyo, meeting up with his friends again like the good ol’ days… meh, now wasn’t the time to get all sentimental and mushy though.

he plopped down into the seat across from the actual blonde, leaning back in his chair so that the front legs were in the air (he’d always get yelled at whenever he did that at school). “sooo, how’ve ya been? got any dates durin’ your time here yet?” he punctuated the question with a shit-eating grin.

Even there was a limitation to how much Ann could chastise Ryuji for his poor behavior without getting into dangerous Makoto territory. So long as the staff didn’t care about it she decided to ease off of scrutinizing it for now. She wasn’t his mom after all. So she’d seat herself back down after all the commotion as a strange feeling of relief flooded her being.

“>>My sensors are picking up less awe and more distress. That is not the desired reaction” At least not now…or not from her. Even if he believed himself to be above organics, he doesn’t expect a classic session of showing off to cause such distress.

So he lands and looks up at Ann.

“>> Who is Futaba?”

“Huh? Oh..” Maybe she was being a little too careless about dropping her worries. Maybe it also wasn’t the best course of action to discuss such a thing to someone she just newly met. After all, wouldn’t that be weird to shoulder that sort of thing right off the bat? She shook her head in dismissal of her current train of thought. Think positive...!