[ ichiro's a pretty tech savvy guy. he runs a business, sure, but he's also a mobage champion and has a scheduled regimen of rhythm and battle game grinding he does on a daily basis. so, when a strange app appears on his phone, you'd think he'd be smart enough not to click on it.
however, a slip of his thumb gets the better of him, and the music that comes bleating out of the app on his end is so jarring that ichiro nearly bobbles his phone. he doesn't have enough time to try and close out of it, either, and even an attempted swipe up to close the screen gets nothing.
the jarring music stops. ] What the fu -- [ and the screen flashes to samatoki aohitsugi's face.
ichiro's in his apartment for the evening, comfortably dressed. despite the casual atmosphere he's immediately less than pleased, and he whips up to a sitting position and feels the low churning of anger in the back of his head almost immediately. seriously, why the fuck is lunatia trying to ruin his day?
he's ready to question it--did you do this--but ichiro has no time for that, either. the screen changes and shows a question to them both.
What did you like most about your partner?
ichiro's mouth opens on his end, inhaling like he might speak, but he doesn't get much time beyond that. samatoki's treated to ichiro swearing, a fuck! as something springs from the very walls of his house and snags his wrists. he pulls, hard, clearly struggling with something, but on samatoki's end, the question still remains. ]
october event! (:
however, a slip of his thumb gets the better of him, and the music that comes bleating out of the app on his end is so jarring that ichiro nearly bobbles his phone. he doesn't have enough time to try and close out of it, either, and even an attempted swipe up to close the screen gets nothing.
the jarring music stops. ] What the fu -- [ and the screen flashes to samatoki aohitsugi's face.
ichiro's in his apartment for the evening, comfortably dressed. despite the casual atmosphere he's immediately less than pleased, and he whips up to a sitting position and feels the low churning of anger in the back of his head almost immediately. seriously, why the fuck is lunatia trying to ruin his day?
he's ready to question it--did you do this--but ichiro has no time for that, either. the screen changes and shows a question to them both.
What did you like most about your partner?
ichiro's mouth opens on his end, inhaling like he might speak, but he doesn't get much time beyond that. samatoki's treated to ichiro swearing, a fuck! as something springs from the very walls of his house and snags his wrists. he pulls, hard, clearly struggling with something, but on samatoki's end, the question still remains. ]