Kind of. Co-owner, really. Anyway, it's what my old man did back home, so I felt like it might be a good fit.
[He's a proud but genuine man, and it's not his fault his looks are so distinctive. He hates dodging the fans, but lately certain things have gotten out of hand. He listens attentively as they walk, then looks at him in surprise.]
That's surprising... you, too? Japanese, I mean. I keep seeing people I think might be, but then they're from somewhere else entirely. [Gesturing up, Gaku indicates a billboard with his own half-naked visage on it. He smiles, but as Jyuto has reasoned out, he doesn't seem satisfied. Something's hollow about it all.]
There was some weird stuff going on back home, for a while. Kidnappings. Espionage. Some bad rumors. We almost lost our careers entirely because of one guy's grudge. But we came back from it, and even if it cost us some time and some pride, we felt like kings again for a minute there. Then I came here. Tenn and Ryuu work harder than anybody I know here, and we're still climbing. [He shakes his head.] I feel like people feel more entitled to us, here. Less like they love us, more like they just want us for weird stuff.
You may not be wrong in feeling that. Because of our ability to produce Chroma, prismals tend to see us moonblessed in a different light. [ Jyuto’s studying the billboard as he speaks, and he blinks once as he tries to digest what may be happening in the climate of Gaku’s fanbase. He’s assumed from context that Tenn and Ryuu are work colleagues. In any case, it seems that Gaku’s become used to a fair share of scandal. Jyuto continues staring at the whites of Gaku’s teeth on the inflated print, quiet before he speaks up. ]
Forgive me. I’m not the most knowledgeable when it comes to pop idols. [ He knows a hand full of others from his own world who might, but. ] I suppose I just assumed that the delusion was, in part, what fuels and keeps the idol business rolling. There’s an ongoing fantasy of knowing or understanding someone that you don’t really know, and the hope of them caring about you in turn as an individual— a statistic impossibility. The number of relationships someone can comfortably maintain is said to be somewhere between 100 and 200.
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[He's a proud but genuine man, and it's not his fault his looks are so distinctive. He hates dodging the fans, but lately certain things have gotten out of hand. He listens attentively as they walk, then looks at him in surprise.]
That's surprising... you, too? Japanese, I mean. I keep seeing people I think might be, but then they're from somewhere else entirely. [Gesturing up, Gaku indicates a billboard with his own half-naked visage on it. He smiles, but as Jyuto has reasoned out, he doesn't seem satisfied. Something's hollow about it all.]
There was some weird stuff going on back home, for a while. Kidnappings. Espionage. Some bad rumors. We almost lost our careers entirely because of one guy's grudge. But we came back from it, and even if it cost us some time and some pride, we felt like kings again for a minute there. Then I came here. Tenn and Ryuu work harder than anybody I know here, and we're still climbing. [He shakes his head.] I feel like people feel more entitled to us, here. Less like they love us, more like they just want us for weird stuff.
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Forgive me. I’m not the most knowledgeable when it comes to pop idols. [ He knows a hand full of others from his own world who might, but. ] I suppose I just assumed that the delusion was, in part, what fuels and keeps the idol business rolling. There’s an ongoing fantasy of knowing or understanding someone that you don’t really know, and the hope of them caring about you in turn as an individual— a statistic impossibility. The number of relationships someone can comfortably maintain is said to be somewhere between 100 and 200.