Love two you.

it’s onii-san

eldest member of IDOLiSH7

therapy is expensive, beer is cheap

will tell you to talk about your problems then get mad when you tell him to talk about his

you wake up in another world with nothing bur your pet roomba wyd

get drunk probably

help girl i’ve got so much emotional trauma 

As much as Hop is playing leader here, he shares Yamato’s sentiment. He’d rather not fight anything - Pokemon battles are entirely different than duking it out with nearly indestructible monsters - but he can’t just ignore the possibility that he might have to just because he doesn’t want to. He’s not really sure where to go or what to do, either; there’s a vague idea, but Hop doesn’t have an exact plan. How did Lee always make leadin’ look so easy…?

Hop nods in acknowledgement, eyes never looking away from their front. “Armed, huh? Like, with a gun?” Hop has a gun, though it’s a harmless one; it might come in handy later if either of them get hurt. “Even if it’s slow movin’, still would be good to know what we’re up against.” Maybe Mr. Yamato isn’t specifying on purpose, and maybe he’s not; but Hop decides to act like the leader he currently is and explain first.

“As fer me,” he starts, holding up a finger, “there’s another me who came from a portrait, unarmed thankfully. Ya don’t need to be worried ‘bout mixin’ us up, either; he’s wearin’ a tournament uniform - mostly in white. An’ then,” he raises a second finger, “there’s a… a statue of my big bro. Unarmed too, but…” He lowers his hand and crosses his arms. “He’s real tall and strong; a fast runner, too. He’s the one we should really be worryin’ about.”

Of course, it’s not like those are the only ones after him; the entire gallery seems to be after anyone within sight. “… I dunno how ‘m gonna deal with Lee’s statue right now, but we’re headed to get my frame. Pick up some stuff along the way too, like some paint thinner, maybe a chisel…” It’s more of a mutter to himself, but he speaks up again, this time directed at the other.

“Your turn, Mr. Yamato. What’s the slow thing?”

There’s a part of Yamato that feels guilty for not taking the lead here. Back home, he’s IDOLiSH7′s leader, after all, and there’s a part of him that definitely feels he’s gotta help protect this kid, even if he’s obviously going to do fine on his own. But he’s so out of his element, all he can do is follow and hope for the best.

He just hopes that when it comes down to it, he can be the adult in the situation and act accordingly.

“A statue and a painting, huh...” The statue does seem pretty worrisome. Yamato doesn’t really want to take a punch from a thing made of solid rock.

When Hop turns the question to him, Yamato hesitates, and then curses himself for doing so. He’s trying to be more open, he really is, and he knows that it this world there’s no scandals following him, no mass media that could want to find some scoop on his private life. And the kid did just explain his own situation, he owes it to him to go into a bit more detail.

“...It’s a portrait of my father. He’s armed with a katana, dressed straight out of some samurai film.” Yamato sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “The old man’s mostly just stalking after me. I never let him get close enough, but who knows what’ll happen if we end up corned by him. Hiding doesn’t work either. It’s like he knows where I am.”

Hop can’t help but snort at the other. “You an’ lotsa others, too. I’d say me too,” he smiles, raising a brow, “but back home, runnin’ fer yer life s’just a way o’ gettin’ in some exercise.” It’s meant as a joke, but it’s truthful; the Wild Area could be dangerous at times. “Though I gotta say, runnin’ from an evil version o’ myself is a new one.”

Is ‘onii-san’ a nickname…? “‘Preciate the thought, Mr. Yamato.” He has the sneaking suspicion he’ll be the one doing all the helping, but he’ll let this one go. Hop cups his chin in thought and frowns. Looks like ‘m already in charge. Okay… “Those monsters’re pretty dangerous, but they’re not completely invincible. I’ve seen some folks fight back; it looks like the way to defeat the monsters is t’ wreck ‘em with whatever made ‘em. - an’ shove paintin’s in their frames, too.” His frown deepens as he continues. “But I dunno if we can leave, to be honest. We could try an’ find a hidin’ spot… might need to get stuff fer fightin’ off monsters, though… just in case.”

Hop walks to the doorway once more, poking his head out to look for danger. He returns to his acquaintance and fiddles with his bag again. “There’s nothin’ in the hall right now, so I think now’s a good time to go. Not good to be in one place too long; yer harder to get if yer always movin’.”

Stepping into the hallway and walking down the way he originally came from, Hop continues, trusting the other will follow. “Looks like stuff that y’made or that’s personal to ya wants yer arse specifically.” Like his evil clone, or that statue of… “Is there anythin’ that might be after you, Mr. Yamato?”

Yamato’s more than a little concerned about what Hop’s life back in his world is like if running from danger is just another form of exercise, but he figures those are questions he can ask later when they’re not trapped in a haunted art gallery.

“Hiding seems like a great idea... but I guess you’re right that we should be ready to fight, too...”

He says that with no lack of reluctance. Yamato is an idol, not a fighter. In fact, because he’s an idol he’s done his best to stay out of fights at all - bruises and visible injuries are a burden to those in the entertainment industry, after all.

As much as he’d like to just hide and hope nothing finds him, Hop is right. They have to keep a move on if they don’t want to get caught. So, as the boy heads out of the room, he follows behind him, warily glancing over his shoulders from time to time.

“Stuff that’s out for me?” Yamato immediately thinks to the portrait of his father that’s come to life. He hesitates for a noticeable moment.

Those scarlet eyes are kept on poor Yamato the whole time. He watches with intent, dying to see how his coworker handles himself while singing. Such an upbeat song he’s serenaded with; one of belief and reaching for one’s dreams. A wholesome message.

“Ahhh, I’m impressed! You’ve worked on your craft for quite a long time, haven’t you? I see why Lady Okina chose to hire you. You handled it well, even by yourself. I felt the energy of your song regardless! The crowd must go wild with the spirit of your group!”

It had almost been impossible to ignore the giant red eyes staring at him as he danced, but luckily Yamato had been able to get into the groove enough that it hadn’t bothered him while he was dancing. Now though, he averts his gaze a bit, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh, thanks, though I’ve only been an idol for maybe a year and a half... I’ve still got a long way to go.”

As he speaks, he can’t help but smile a little despite his initial unease at Grimm’s company. “Yeah, when we’re all together, it’s really something. The seven of us have always worked well together and our concerts have been selling out since our first one. Not that I mean to brag or anything.”

Reiji having a lot of energy was an understatement. However, his energy was easily surpassed by Otoya, his junior who was quite the ball of sunshine. This was to be expected, for one should surpass their seniors at some point. It showed that they were growing as an idol and coming into their own, at least to Reiji.

“Pleasure to meet you, Yama-kun~! I’m Kootbuki Reiji, though people call me Rei-chan~

Over there is Mara-chan~” He gestured to the sentient cactus that was looking around excitedly. Whenever he moved, his body emitted maraca sounds.

Yama-kun, huh? Well, he was used to nicknames, thanks to Tama, and he tended to give out nicknames himself anyway, so he didn’t particularly mind this one.

“Back at you,” he said with a nod.

His gaze drifted to the strange creature, and he raised a brow. “Oh, uh... hey there... Mara-chan.”

What was it? Some kind of living cactus? Yamato had seen weirder since arriving here, but stuff like this still was pretty strange to him. 

Don’t worry too much about making it a whole choreography. I am a beginner, I am already excited to learn some simple steps I can practice at home.

When they brought me over here, they did not bring any of my guitars, so it has been rather boring. I haven’t found a store yet that sells them so I am currently looking for other things to keep me entertained. I never danced before so this would be an rather interesting experience for me.

Klavier knew how pressing it could feel when one asked to perform on the spot and he tried his best to take some pressure off of Yamato.

It also does not have to be right now, okay? We can always stay in touch and schedule another day. We have only gotten to know each other, after all.

“Oh, really? That’s too bad. If I see any guitars around, I’ll be sure to let you know.” Yamato can’t help but think back to the month when they were just starting, when they weren’t allowed to sing or dance. It’d been stifling, so he knows well the pain of being unable to enjoy music as you once did before.

That being said, as difficult as it was to be put on the spot, Yamato knows there’s a part of him that is ready to jump at any chance to perform, even if it’s on his own.

It’s partly because of the people, huh? He can understand. This agency in particular has certainly become an exciting place to be.

“Ah! Yes, please! That would be wonderful!”

Grimm hops over to pull up a chair, quickly sitting. His hands are placed in his lap and he stares expectantly with such an oddly innocent and eager look. Such big eyes. Cute, or creepy?

Creepy. Definitely creepy. Sorry Grimm, Yamato’s a bit of a scaredy cat when it comes down to it. And he kind of wasn’t expecting to perform right here and now! But Grimm looks pretty eager, and doesn’t want to ruin his expectations. He ‘s a professional after all. So, he lets out a small breath.

“Uh... Just... give me a sec to set up, then.”

He pauses to pull out his phone, fiddling with it a moment. In the time he’s been here, he’s managed to get some instrumental recordings of some of their songs done. It’s nothing fancy, but it’ll do. He turns up the volume and presses play. “...Well, here goes.”

At first, it’s a little awkward to perform by himself in front of an audience of one. But, sooner than later, he starts to relax and enjoy himself. It’s been too long since he performed like this, after all. Singing and dancing is something he’s come to love.

“Yes, but as adults, we need to set an example.” It was no different in the idol industry, where veterans like him needed to be someone to look up to. That didn’t stop Reiji from being himself, but he knew when to toe the line.

“Exactly~ I know RanRan and Myuchan wouldn’t appreciate it and would probably try to kill me~

RenRen probably would know and join me while Tokki disowns me as his senior.”

“Yeah, I guess so... but a little fun never hurt anyone in the long run.”

Yamato knew how to act in public, at the very least, and as the team leader, he did his best to help set a good example for the younger members of the group. Sometimes.

Hop droops again, a relieved sigh escaping him. Good, they’re both alright. He’s glad his head is lowered, else the other would see the involuntary eye twitch at ‘kid’. He’s not a kid, he’s a grown seventeen year old adult! Sure his height may be slightly lacking, and he might look a bit youthful, but—

Ugh, ‘m just describin’ a kid. Never mind.

He lifts his head and smiles reassuringly, letting go of his shoulder and moving his hands to rest comfortably on his hips. “‘M okay, no worries. I just hit real hard.” It’s not until he says it that he remembers that this guy didn’t see who was chasing Hop. He blinks a few times, colour rising to his cheeks. “I-I mean, there was a picture o’ me on display, an’ he came to life. He got a hit in before I started runnin’— ‘m okay though!” He reiterates, now fiddling with his bag’s strap.

“Uhm, why were ya just standin’ there in the hall, mister? You woulda been toast if I hadn’t grabbed ya.” He frowns. “Unless Hop 2.0 just wanted to get my arse, I guess. Then ya woulda been fine— but not my point. Y’should be more careful.”

It’s kind of ironic coming from him, Hop “Reckless” López Ramos, but there’s something to be said if he has to tell someone to watch themselves. “Good thing I nabbed ya, huh? If we stick together, we’ll be able to watch each other’s backs.” Hop steps forward - casting a brief glance at the doorway for any sign of danger - and extends his unhurt arm for a handshake. “‘M Hop, by the way. Let’s stay alive, yeah?”

Hop’s slight annoyance fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you want to look at it) goes unnoticed by Yamato, who’s busy trying to calm his nerves lest he react in some embarrassing way to any sounds he happens to hear. He’s already jumped once or twice at distant footsteps and clanging sounds.

There’s a look of concern on his face though when he hears this kid got hurt. Damn, those monsters are pretty brutal, he thinks, if they’ll just attack whoever’s around.

“Uh, yeah. I didn’t mean to just stand around, but I guess I was just... trying to figure out what to do next. I’m not exactly used to these kinds of situations...”

Yamato takes the offered hand with a nervous smile. “Nice t’meet you, Hop. Call me Yamato. And... yeah. Staying alive sounds pretty good right about now.”

The look of concern returns. “But seriously, I’m glad you’re not hurt too bad... I agree we should stick together, to make sure nothing else happens.” He flashes a small grin, feigning confidence. “If anything else shows up, onii-san here will help you out. Or try to.”

“There are just some things kids shouldn’t know and go around saying.

…now if it were anyone I know, this would be hilarious.” OR a disaster, especially if it was AiAi or Otoyan.

“Ehhh, kids are always gonna pick up on that stuff. It’s hilarious.”

“It would be, until you realize the children are picking up on it.” And Santa puts you all on the naughty list.

Guitar.

I was playing the guitar in my band. I was the first guitarist and the vocalist at the same time. Aber I can also play the violin, although I have gotten a little bit rusty in it because I haven’t been playing it as regularly as I used to when I was younger.

Since he had arrived in Spirale, Klavier had been playing neither of those instruments. But he did not mention it to Yamato, as it was not really necessary to mention.

You know, I never got the chance to do the work of an idol, aber I was always curious about it. Would it be too forward of me to ask you if you could show me some of your dance moves? I would love to learn a thing or two from you.

“Oh, wow, you’re quite the talent, then. I can’t say I have nearly as much experience in music as you do.” 

At Klavier’s request, Yamato looks a bit surprised. “Oh, uh, sure, I don’t mind. Though I’m not the best dancer in my group, and I’m not really used to solo performances, so it might be a little awkward, but I think I can figure something out. It definitely won’t be anything near the level of what i7 can do as a group, but if you’re fine with that, then sure, I can show you a few things.”