[And that's that. He sits on the couch, hard as a damn rock, untransformed mic in hand, for the time it takes Gentaro to get there. He flips it over and over, tossing it carelessly into the air a short distance, watching it fall end over end, catching it again... He hasn't used it much since he arrived, and he's never used it the way he's about to.
But somehow, god, somehow it seems like the actual best idea anyone has ever had.
At nine minutes, he heads for the door, still fidgeting with the mic. And when he hears Gentaro approach, he pulls the door open.
Yep, that's fruit.
He pockets the mic smoothly in his usual green jacket and moves back to let Gentaro in.
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[And that's that. He sits on the couch, hard as a damn rock, untransformed mic in hand, for the time it takes Gentaro to get there. He flips it over and over, tossing it carelessly into the air a short distance, watching it fall end over end, catching it again... He hasn't used it much since he arrived, and he's never used it the way he's about to.
But somehow, god, somehow it seems like the actual best idea anyone has ever had.
At nine minutes, he heads for the door, still fidgeting with the mic. And when he hears Gentaro approach, he pulls the door open.
Yep, that's fruit.
He pockets the mic smoothly in his usual green jacket and moves back to let Gentaro in.
Who's making the first move?]