My Self-SummarySince the Interastral Peace Corporation wouldn’t mean much to most people here, let’s just say I help people all over the universe. I love what I do, but I’m usually a lot busier than this.
I’m not sure what to do with all this free time on my hands. Let’s be friends.
My Future Plans
Having fun, I guess? I feel like anything bigger than that might end up ruined.
My Talents
Business Operations, Investing, Animal Care and Video Games.
Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food
Math and Science textbooks, Business reports, stock market analyses. No opinions on the other stuff.
My Ideal Partner
Someone who values trust, honesty and clear communication. This is at the foundation of any good business partnership.
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Not to worry, I understand completely! Just typical boss-employee stuff~♪
[He's teasing her. Though he doesn't think she's lying. Whatever she may feel for her boss, she's the type to have business on the brain more often than not. And her next words make it clear what she really considers those practice rooms to be useful for.]
I'll keep that in mind. Hopefully they smell better than the last ice cream place did.
[It'd be nice if he didn't have to tell her about any murders ever again. But as long as they're still being held captive, the need for clandestine convos won't go away. Also, in a few months' time he will have another murder to tell her about. Fun!
Now, would he rather be discussing murder in one of the practice rooms, or attending the class on Edging 101? Tough call, especially considering he still doesn't completely understand what edging is! But this is obviously a description of that sort of class, which is so not what they're here for.]
Beats me! I'm just a new student~♪
[He'll pretend he knows nothing about this school and why they might be advertising sex classes. He's the free-spirited transfer student, she's the helpful class rep! That's the game here! And so he'll follow after her without trying to read the other flyers or lingering any longer on the thought of Edging 101 (nor will he consider questions like "Is there an Edging 201"?).
She stops outside one of the rooms, and he peers inside, his eyes immediately drawn to the floor-length mirrors. Now there's the sort of thing he's been looking for. He turns to her with a smile and says,]
Yep, you're right! I'll have a look inside if you don't mind.
[And then he steps into the room, his uniform-clad figure reflected in the giant mirror on the wall. Yep, as he thought, he's looking good!]
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[ This resort isn't the first life or death situation they were in. She was just about to start her part in one back in her universe. This could have been a break from that. And then it wasn't. ]
And the practice rooms just smell like wood and paper. They're not smelly at all.
[ She's more than happy to ignore the edging class and any continuing edging classes to check out the practice room. ]
Go for it. Hopefully if there's rooms like this, there'll be some without poles.
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[Yes, he has a spray bottle of air freshener just in case he gets called to the gym. Gotta protect his sensitive nose!
He takes a moment to admire himself in the mirror. The uniform really does look a lot like Reimei's (except cuter, thanks to all the pink!), which gives him a nostalgic feeling. So does walking into an empty rehearsal room.
Though of course Eve's personal practice room at Reimei didn't have poles in it. Idols don't typically dance on poles(save for Wataru in that fantasy performance of Eccentric Party Night), but he can guess what sort of dancing the resort wants them to do. Rather than acknowledge that, though, he'll continue to play the role of naive student!]
It's an interesting feature! My only concern is whether one of us might knock into it. But not me, of course, since I'm always perfectly coordinated~♪ I'm more worried about Jun-kun, since he's still a rookie!
[He walks around the pole, gazing up at the ceiling to examine the sound tech.]