Carmine & Azure

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[ she had more-than-half expected this. Takane had never not been aware of being followed, and after the initial brush with the paparazzi sent by Kuroi, she'd been even more on guard. Particularly so when the encounters with Masamune became more frequent, more intentional. She couldn't say she minded; there was familiarity at the same time as a sense of new intrigue. He was both the same and not, but the differences only made him... endearing?

It wasn't wise, however. The idols couldn't show a bias towards a single person in public, without the reporters or stalkers catching wind of it. But she'd never run from an encounter, and it's during a walk with the ever-straightforward Masamune that her eyes sharpen and she glances in the direction of a nearby park. Namely, where a few trees and bushes could easily conceal someone.

How deplorable. ]

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[ a faint smile is her only answer; he's right, and he knows he's right, just as the cameraman knows he's right, so there's no need to say anything further. Takane's only approval of anything in this situation is directed at the other unfortunate soul who got involved in this.

Her grip tightens when her captive stubbornly lifts the camera, and... well. There's no momentum she can use for throwing, but when he turns to her, irate and arm lifted, Takane twists. More accurately, she twists the wrist she's holding, dropping him to his knees. ]

Should you persist in this endeavor, I will not hold back. Seek your stories elsewhere.

[dragonizing]

[ he's looking at some kind of general from the past, or something. he only glances casually when takane does this, giving the cameraman a look as he's driven to the ground, as the camera falls to the ground, and he picks that up, fiddling with it and snapping a picture of some shrubbery on the side--

something silly. ]

I'd give it up if I were you.

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[ all good tabloids need shrubbery. ]

His advice, though rarely offered, should not be ignored.

[ and it's still quiet, still soft, though far from pleasant, her voice-- as she releases the cameraman and waits.

And sure enough, he scrambles off, making a quick snatch for his camera and fleeing while Takane oversees his departure like a silver-haired hawk.

... And then she sighs. ]

My apologies.

[dragonizing]

[ she got him good. he didn't even have to lift a finger this time--not that he felt he needed to, not that he would've. guys like that surely aren't worth the effort, and were easy enough to chase off, but still.

maybe he'll like that picture of the bushes. ]

No worries. Got some photography practice out of it. [ and a look into those interesting parts of takane. though, truly, 100% of her was interesting. ] You usually handle pictures that way?

[ he knows that's not true, but it's a question to lighten the mood. ]

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[ in typical Takane fashion, she merely presses a finger to her lips. ]

Were you the sort to harbor interest in idols, Date Masamune, there would be no need to ask.

[dragonizing]

Heh. Who says I'm not interested?

[ in typical masamune fashion he fires back with a smirk. of course he wouldn't expect an answer-answer, not from her. he's got an impression of her--something that said a lot about her character. ]

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Oh? Have you taken an interest in performers?

[ ... yeah, that's sure an answer. ]