"Is that all you know how to talk about? That shitty brat you love so much is probably—"
You're wasting time here.
[The second voice interrupts before he can strike Wataru again, and the man pulls back, turning startled to stare at the door. There's a figure, tall and slim, a black hood draping partially over his eyes. But Wataru will probably recognize him immediately. It's Eichi.
Eichi in vague disguise, dressed almost like a vigilante in the shadiest combination of clothes that he most certainly ripped off a couple of other men in whatever this group was. And here he is, practicing his acting as a gloved hand jerks a thumb back over his shoulder in the most uncharacteristically harsh motion.]
Something's happening out front. They're calling you for backup. I'll hide things in here.
"What? Who are—"
[Eichi was banking on this man who criticized so much not being able to recognize him. Thank goodness.]
I said go! They'll explain when you get there!
[Panicked by Eichi's authoritative words, the man takes off, and Eichi moves fluidly into the room, but clicks the lock behind him and quickly pulls his hood down. He looks... not great, actually. Paler than even before, and now that the hood's down, there's a visible slice of a blade right across his cheek. Additional marks and bruising, though tame compared to anything even close to Wataru's, are hidden by his layers, including the gloved hand that pulls out a key as he rushes over to his unitmate's side.]
How was that, Wataru? Was my acting decent? I'm nothing compared to you, but... [He coughs, once or twice, as he shoves the key in and twists hard, releasing the handcuffs and dropping both them and the key to the floor. His gloved hands clutch at one of Wataru's hands, terrified eyes staring at the damage that the metal has done to his wrists. And then his eyes travel up, staring at his face.
The face of an idol should never look anything like this. He feels sick, worried not just for Wataru's future, but Wataru's life right now.]
I hope you'll forgive me... for taking so long. Can you move, like that?
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You're wasting time here.
[The second voice interrupts before he can strike Wataru again, and the man pulls back, turning startled to stare at the door. There's a figure, tall and slim, a black hood draping partially over his eyes. But Wataru will probably recognize him immediately. It's Eichi.
Eichi in vague disguise, dressed almost like a vigilante in the shadiest combination of clothes that he most certainly ripped off a couple of other men in whatever this group was. And here he is, practicing his acting as a gloved hand jerks a thumb back over his shoulder in the most uncharacteristically harsh motion.]
Something's happening out front. They're calling you for backup. I'll hide things in here.
"What? Who are—"
[Eichi was banking on this man who criticized so much not being able to recognize him. Thank goodness.]
I said go! They'll explain when you get there!
[Panicked by Eichi's authoritative words, the man takes off, and Eichi moves fluidly into the room, but clicks the lock behind him and quickly pulls his hood down. He looks... not great, actually. Paler than even before, and now that the hood's down, there's a visible slice of a blade right across his cheek. Additional marks and bruising, though tame compared to anything even close to Wataru's, are hidden by his layers, including the gloved hand that pulls out a key as he rushes over to his unitmate's side.]
How was that, Wataru? Was my acting decent? I'm nothing compared to you, but... [He coughs, once or twice, as he shoves the key in and twists hard, releasing the handcuffs and dropping both them and the key to the floor. His gloved hands clutch at one of Wataru's hands, terrified eyes staring at the damage that the metal has done to his wrists. And then his eyes travel up, staring at his face.
The face of an idol should never look anything like this. He feels sick, worried not just for Wataru's future, but Wataru's life right now.]
I hope you'll forgive me... for taking so long. Can you move, like that?