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thenashira2025-05-28 05:52 pm
avemortis) wrote in thenashira2025-05-28 05:52 pm
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[closed] can't you feel your true calling?
Who: Mutsumi & Jamil
What: Their joint awakening and a vague vision of a past life
When: Mid-late April 2377
Where: downtown Chalra City
Warnings: insufferable teens
Mutsumi doesn't get called on to make appearances with her parents on television as much as she did when she was little, but the public never forgets about Wakaba and Minami Mori, and they'll never really forget about her, either. The anticipatory tone in every question directed at her only seems to increase with time. Always asking, even if in veiled terms, when Mutsumi plans to join her parents in show business.
Oh, you play guitar, don't you? Do you have any ambitions of being a professional musician, Mutsumi? I bet your father could connect you with one of the best producers in the industry!
These questions are getting more difficult to answer as she gets older. And it seems to be more exhausting than ever. Her limbs feel leaden as they exit the studio, and it isn't until they're out in the open night air that she realizes just how suffocating the green room had felt. She stops to suck in a deep gulp of air. Neither of her parents so much as turns their heads.
There's a car waiting outside, but Mutsumi quietly intones that she'll walk home. The chauffeur who doubles as security directs an uncertain glance at Minami Mori, who only smiles, her eyes creasing, and steps into the backseat of the car. Three doors slam shut in succession, and the black sedan peels away from the studio lot, Mutsumi's skirt fluttering in the aftermath. The lot is quiet then, and to her own surprise, her shoulders drop and she lets out a sigh.
Downtown is just as busy at night as it is during the day, and while Mutsumi normally isn't too worried about being recognized on the street, the late show only just finished airing. She doesn't have anything to hide her face, so she keeps her head low and ducks down a narrow side street, its sidewalks illuminated by the sign for a cramped bubble tea shop. It sparks a memory of the band, an idle afternoon spent at the station shopping center, and she looks down at her phone. The wallpaper is the same as last year: a photo of the band in the studio, taken at an awkward angle.
She's preoccupied enough that she hears a crash and a startled yell before she looks up, stumbling back a half-step. Emerging from the bubble tea shop is a larger-than-life-size silhouette of the mascot, an anthropomorphized bubble tea drink, its footsteps thundering. The man who had screamed scrambled past it and down the alley in a panic, dropping his own drink in the process.
What: Their joint awakening and a vague vision of a past life
When: Mid-late April 2377
Where: downtown Chalra City
Warnings: insufferable teens
Mutsumi doesn't get called on to make appearances with her parents on television as much as she did when she was little, but the public never forgets about Wakaba and Minami Mori, and they'll never really forget about her, either. The anticipatory tone in every question directed at her only seems to increase with time. Always asking, even if in veiled terms, when Mutsumi plans to join her parents in show business.
Oh, you play guitar, don't you? Do you have any ambitions of being a professional musician, Mutsumi? I bet your father could connect you with one of the best producers in the industry!
These questions are getting more difficult to answer as she gets older. And it seems to be more exhausting than ever. Her limbs feel leaden as they exit the studio, and it isn't until they're out in the open night air that she realizes just how suffocating the green room had felt. She stops to suck in a deep gulp of air. Neither of her parents so much as turns their heads.
There's a car waiting outside, but Mutsumi quietly intones that she'll walk home. The chauffeur who doubles as security directs an uncertain glance at Minami Mori, who only smiles, her eyes creasing, and steps into the backseat of the car. Three doors slam shut in succession, and the black sedan peels away from the studio lot, Mutsumi's skirt fluttering in the aftermath. The lot is quiet then, and to her own surprise, her shoulders drop and she lets out a sigh.
Downtown is just as busy at night as it is during the day, and while Mutsumi normally isn't too worried about being recognized on the street, the late show only just finished airing. She doesn't have anything to hide her face, so she keeps her head low and ducks down a narrow side street, its sidewalks illuminated by the sign for a cramped bubble tea shop. It sparks a memory of the band, an idle afternoon spent at the station shopping center, and she looks down at her phone. The wallpaper is the same as last year: a photo of the band in the studio, taken at an awkward angle.
She's preoccupied enough that she hears a crash and a startled yell before she looks up, stumbling back a half-step. Emerging from the bubble tea shop is a larger-than-life-size silhouette of the mascot, an anthropomorphized bubble tea drink, its footsteps thundering. The man who had screamed scrambled past it and down the alley in a panic, dropping his own drink in the process.