Your Idol

He nodded as a subtle sign that he’d agreed to accompany Ringo to his car. He took a look in the direction of the bags, but it seemed Ringo didn’t need much help with them. “Well they do say old habits die hard.” He wasn’t sure he quite understood, the concept of self-identity wasn’t one he’d ever really thought about, but he was happy to know Ringo was comfortable talking. It had been a while since he’d had a truly carefree conversation with someone.

"Not really, asking questions is pretty fun after all." 

"Oh I haven’t played much myself to be honest," Marco admitted, "too busy with work to get online at the right times. What I did manage to play though was pretty spectacular. I got to have this awesome set of gear that meant I could shoot about all over the city and then they have these crystal things and wow! Wings! That was cool!”

Shu watched as the pink-haired, femininely-dressed man fished out his phone, still in a state of slight panic. Now that he recalled, he was on his phone when the collision happened, wasn’t he? That kind of clumsiness irked him- this was such a bother, but it wasn’t like he was in a hurry to get anywhere. There were still few good hours left until he had to start making for the national theater.

Ringo looked over to the student with a weary smile, "So, what is your name?" It wasn't a great attempt but just an attempt to make small talk, which was never his forte. "I'm Ringo, by the way. I hope I wasn't pull you away from something special.."

Another smile appeared on the tall male’s face as he gave a swift nod of understanding, this time showing slight yet quite sincere relief upon hearing that he was fine. The pinkette had seemed to be rather startled at first, but at least that had passed. 

Crouching down beside the other, Mitobe picked up some of the cans that were scattered around the floor nearby, stacking them up into small piles before lifting them up onto the table next to the ones the other had put back into place. 

"You don't speak much do you?" For once he actually didn't mind having to carry a conversation. It was the least he could do since this person was helping him clean up and Ringo would admit that the smile was adorable. "My name is Ringo, it's nice to meet you though the circumstance of our meeting isn't what I would have liked. You were probably doing something important and you pulled yourself away to help me. I really do appreciate it." 

"W-whoa!" Yuuma’s eyes widened, still scanning on the other’s feature to see if the pink haired female—male—was right. He knew that he should’ve apologized on that moment, but his curiosity got the better of him.

"I’m not buying it… You’re too… cute, and all, to be a dude." The brunette still tried to retort. He was never the person who would pay attention to anything around him, especially to the smallest details—if this case counted as a ‘small detail’.

Replacing it would be no hard task for a family as wealthy as his, but the other needed to pay. “I’m going to need it for rehearsal tonight, and for the play tomorrow. Performing in the orchestra for a major play in the national theater is going to need a high-quality instrument.” 

Ringo looked at the stop sign to gather his sense of direction then looked at the boy whose instrument he destroyed. "Money isn't a problem; I have more than enough. I just want to make this right as quickly as possible so you can go on. Will you join me so we can find the right model?" 

♪ — The least thing Shu was expecting that day was for it to go horribly awry. On his way home from school, he was rounding a corner when somebody bumped into him. Hard. The collision shook the already lax grip on his violin case and it was sent flying to the road, where a car promptly ran over it while he watched on helplessly. The thing was obliterated beyond any hope of repair.

"Sorry, I’m Marco. I overheard you grumbling about the game. I was the same but I had a go last night and it was really something! Not for everyone though," he shrugged. He was still smiling, sitting and sipping at his latte and looking out at the tourists and residents of the city alike passing by. He liked people watching and he wasn’t shy,clearly, as he was striking up conversation with a stranger, "hope I’m not being a bother."

Since they had to wait in line and there was the question being asked or rather a demand he figured now was a good a time as any.

"I don’t know why you wanna know so bad but it was a mutual decision to come here together. Ah, I guess it wasn’t ever noticed or something we didn’t ever really make it very known anyways but we’ve had some kind of off and on relationship for a while." Ranmaru paused and scratched at the back of his head as this was a rather awkward conversation for himself. "We were both ready to get out of there and he didn’t wanna leave a lone so here we are I guess. He’s working at some bakery here and I’m at a music shop. I guess that doesn’t seem that odd though. Either way, it’s not that bad here."

"I'm happy for the two of you and I was just curious. I wouldn't have expected you two to come here so I was wondering." Ringo scanned over the menu hanging over the counter deciding on what he would eat. "No, I haven't eaten here before. I've eaten at the place across the street but I hear this is good too." He took a step forward now one behind the person ordering. There wasn't much he knew that was on the menu but it was time to try something you. 

He looked over his shoulder to Ranmaru, "Those seem like fitting jobs and I'll make sure to visit you two when I can. I'm rather busy with personal things and work so my schedules are full." Ringo placed his order for a simple crepe and juice to go along with it; nothing to fancy and nothing too harsh, just in the middle to satisfy hunger. 

He blinked, listening to the answer to his question. ”You mean like a stage persona?” Gakupo obviously didn’t know Ringo well enough at all to tell if his appearance suited him, but he appeared confident enough wearing it. He looked towards Ringo’s hairpiece, which was impressively realistic. He sub-conciously shifted his hands, knowing it would be impolite to just go ahead and touch the strands, but to the unfamiliar wigs were always a little bit of a mystery. He responded with a tone of disbelief. “But it looks pretty natural to me. Is that really a wig?”

From the sound of it, it really did seem that the other was having fun with this, and to be honest even Gakupo himself had lost track of what he was at the shopping strip for in the first place. “Other questions….hmm…” There were still a bunch of things he wanted to ask, but he was aware that several minutes had already passed. With a smile, he turned and asked his next question.

Ringo took a step forward, a gesture for Gakupo to follow but he made a comment along with it just in case the gesture wasn't picked up, "My car isn't far." He released a breath as he gripped onto the bags. The strings were digging into his palms but he could put up with it. Fast walking and fast talking would make the trip to the car easier and would distract him from the pain. "It is or was a stage persona. I've gotten to used to wearing it that I've grown attached to it. I would like to wear my own hair but I don't think going in public would be good. Only a few people know about my wig after all so feel proud that you got it out of me."