puppycrush2 | week four

[Hmmm...

He sets his own tablet down so he can lean to look at Will's, swiping through.]

Well, do you want something sweet or savory? The desserts are here. If you want something more savory, that's here.

[look at this food.]

[some of these dishes are so foreign to Will that he can't help but be intrigued. he points to the Miku-themed bowl of ramen]

What about this one? It looks very hearty.

Oh, the ramen? That's a good choice. I'm sure you'll enjoy it.

[Tsukasa will just... go ahead and walk Will through ordering it through the tablet, it's fine. Once their picks are made (and Will gets a drink too), then Tsukasa settles into his seat and:]

Have things been strange in the house this week?

[Mr. Has Missed Every Bad Sekai. But he's picking up on the vibes.]

[ramen. . . Will tries the word out on his tongue before nodding and putting in his order. he also picks a drink based on cuteness alone. it's probably a yellow lemonade of sorts. because Tsukasa is yellow!!]

[once the orders have been placed, Will puts his tablet down and allows his gaze to wander across the cafe. he answers Tsukasa's question without looking at him, if only because all of the colors and character posters are distracting]

Strange. . . that's one way to put it.

You haven't bene suddenly whisked away to an entirely different. . . place? Have you?

[gay.]

"An entirely different place"...? No, I haven't.

[Huh...

For once, having duties during the day is saving his ass.]

What sorts of places?

[stop]

[frowns as he tries to find the words to explain. . .]

Places that seem to reflect. . . our memories and emotions?

[it's not very eloquent, but it's the best he can do with the information he has]

[.................. help what]

Like a Sekai?

[That slips out of him before he can even think to, er, not, and then he glances over at the cameras and desperately hopes they Did Not Catch That.]

[??????]

What's a Sekai?

[SORRY TSUKASA, HE IS MISSING THE GLANCE AT THE CAMERAS]

[Tsukasa drums his fingers against the table, thinking hard.

They're on a date, which means they're away from the house, which means he could probably show Will. He does miss Miku and the others, now that he's stuck and can't go visit them after hours anymore...

... Hm.]

Let's wait for our food. She'll want some of it.

[He leans back into his chair, decision made.]

Then I'll show you.

[she???]

[but Will nods in response, trusting that Tsukasa will explain everything when the time is right. in the meantime. . . the food! it has arrived!]

[Will's eyes sparkle]

Wow. . .! It's amazing.

[Tsukasa smiles at that, nodding, even as he reaches for his phone, plate of chicken held in his other hand.]

Hold onto that, would you? The utensils, too.

[And as soon as Will complies, he taps his phone, hitting play on a song that belongs only to him as his troupe, and they're plopped into a totally different place.

They are there for .5 seconds before there comes a cheerful, "Tsukasaaaaaa!!" and then Tsukasa deftly steps out of the way of a tackle from a girl that would've undoubtedly sent him sprawling, plate still held carefully.]

Miku, what have I said about tackling?

[it doesn't take Will long to comply at all, so. . .! the song takes him off guard, but not nearly as the scenery change. it really is similar to what is happening back at the house, isn't it?]

[unfortunately, he barely has time to react before that girl comes barreling towards Tsukasa, and a startled noise escapes his lips as he gawks]

-- it's her!

The famous songstress!

[HATSUNE MIKU!!!]

That's right.

[Tsukasa sounds tired, but like, fondly so. Miku bounces over towards Will to peer at him curiously.

"Ah!! You're a new guest! Miku's never seen you here before!"]

[he holds the ramen between his palms, cradling it carefully against himself just in case she tries to tackle him, too]

I've never been here before.

I'm Will. I'm a good friend of Tsukasa's. It's nice to meet you, famous songstress Miku.

[She does not. Lucky Will. Or lucky Tsukasa (?). Depends on who you ask. Regardless, Miku laughs at that, but before she can get any hairbrained schemes into her head, Tsukasa is hastily plopping his plate and drink into her hands and ushering her away.]

Go share those with the plushies or with Kaito and the others, okay?

[Off she goes, if a bit reluctantly, and finaaally, they're left with some peace and quiet. Well. Relative peace and quiet. It is an amusement park. There's music playing. The flowers are singing. The rides are running in the background. So it's not a very quiet SEKAI at all.]

Ah, this way. There's a bench over here where you can sit and eat.

[oh. . .? does Tsukasa not want his friend chicken. . . well, Will is gonna share his drink and his ramen. so there!!]

All right. Ah-- you can have some of mine, since you gave yours away.

[they'll have to share chopsticks]

[Will still isn't quite sure how to use chopsticks]

Ah, it's alright. As far as shareable meals go, ramen is a little...

[he is not sharing chopsticks with u, Will.]

Besides which, when we go back we'll be back in the cafe. I can order something then.

Anyway! Is this sort of additional space what you mean?

[His Sekai--though it's a lot more chipper and a lot less traumatic than everyone else's, huh]

[WHY NOT IT'D BE CUTE!! but Will seems content with that answer, so. he takes a seat, before opening his li'l pack of chopsticks and. . . staring at how they're connected. help]

Oh-- yes. This is exactly what I mean.

[glancing up to look around, smiling a bit as he does so]

Your space-- Sekai?-- is so cheerful, Tsukasa.

[He doesn't notice yet to save Will, rip.]

Hm? Yes, I suppose so.

[???]

Are the others you've experienced not that way?

[NO, BUT. . . CAN HE SAY THAT ALOUD. . .]

They've been. . . interesting. [that's the politically correct way to put it] Like a little peek into other people's minds.

[and their memories. which isn't intrusive at all!]

I suppose that is what a Sekai is.

[He still doesn't get it.]

Since they're formed from strong emotions.

Strong emotions. . .

[yeah, that tracks. Will finally realizes he is supposed to tear the two chopsticks apart as he dips the ends into the ramen broth]

[wait-- how does one eat the broth like this. . .?]

And these Sekais are common in your world?

[What a mystery.]

Ah, no, not exactly.

[Tsukasa tilts his head back to look at the sky (too bright of a blue, as it ever is), and hums.]

I've never met someone else with one, actually.

Still! Of course it would be all of you who would have strong enough emotions to create them!

[with chopsticks still submerged in his broth, Will also tilts his head up to stare at the sky, taking in its brilliant color. beautiful. . . Tsukasa's Sekai is truly beautiful, full of color and whimsy. . . just like Tsukasa himself]

[he smiles]

I suppose that's true. And a competition like this one would just amplify those emotions tenfold.

. . . I like it here. [nodnods] It's bright and colorful.

Why, thank you!

[He grew it himself (???). But he seems pretty content to just vibe here for a minute. It's peaceful, and he missed it while he was being a contestant.]

Of course, it is only fitting that the Sekai of a star be as bright and colorful as the multitude of roles I look forward to someday portraying!

[... That all said.]

When you've finished eating, I'll show you the stage!

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