yara ;______;;;;;
“Choose,” Tsubasa commanded, leaning across the table and breaking more boundary lines than Yara cared to count. “Takizawa, Koichi or me?”
Yara groaned and gave Tsubasa a helpful shove back into his own seat. He had a growing suspicion that drunk Tsubasa was one of the reasons why Koichi had laughed hysterically in his face when they sat down to discuss the necessary cast change. Luckily, Yara didn’t survive years of wading through the murky waters of jimusho politics by being stupid and if there was one thing he had learned, it was to approach drunk co-workers with caution.
Tsubasa was blinking owlishly at him and scowling. Yara felt an inkling of guilt so to assuage his conscience, he decided to humor him. Tsubasa didn’t actually say what the criteria was, so Yara made the executive decision that he was choosing the best coworker.
Well, in that case -
Koichi was pleasant enough to work with; he pushed himself to the limit and demanded the same of his cast, but that suited Yara just fine. There were years of familiarity, camaraderie and trust built into their relationship which made rehearsals and shows run smoothly. But.. with Koichi came the constant stream of texts from Machida that would start piling up on his phone. How’s Koichi today? What is he eating for lunch? Are you helping him with stretches properly?! As much as he appreciated Maachin as a friend and colleague, signing up for a butai with Koichi was tantamount to signing up for a more expensive texting plan and a lot of neck wringing.
Then there was Takizawa; another terrible workaholic, but a fairly reliable source for a free meal (hey, he was still a growing boy and free was always the right price). Plus, it was nice to have someone his own height around for a change. Not so nice? That ridiculous ranger costume Takizawa had foisted on him.
Which left... Tsubasa. Yara turned his attention back to that very same. Tsubasa was currently preoccupied with trying to unscrew the invisible lid to his glass. Yara rolled his eyes. Alright, the man was a terribly flighty drunk, but non-drunk, they were a very efficient dance team. On top of that, Tsubasa had a special knack for terrorizing juniors - another passion they shared and a talent that Yara could appreciate.
“Soooooo?”
Yara looked up, slightly alarmed. Tsubasa had evidently found another bottle of beer and managed to pop the top. He pried it out of his hands, picked Tsubasa’s phone off the table and dangled it in front of his face. “Hey, let’s call Takizawa,” Yara said in his overly cheerful voice, generally reserved for talking to small children or that obaachan who lived next door to his parent’s house. Tsubasa’s eyes brightened and Yara let out a sigh of relief. He thumbed through Tsubasa’s contacts and within seconds of dialing, Takizawa picked up.
“Tsubasa~” Takizawa’s voice oozed with happiness.
“Not Tsubasa,” Yara grumbled back, cutting him off efficiently before it got creepier. “But come pick up your dumb cat.”
Yara groaned and gave Tsubasa a helpful shove back into his own seat. He had a growing suspicion that drunk Tsubasa was one of the reasons why Koichi had laughed hysterically in his face when they sat down to discuss the necessary cast change. Luckily, Yara didn’t survive years of wading through the murky waters of jimusho politics by being stupid and if there was one thing he had learned, it was to approach drunk co-workers with caution.
Tsubasa was blinking owlishly at him and scowling. Yara felt an inkling of guilt so to assuage his conscience, he decided to humor him. Tsubasa didn’t actually say what the criteria was, so Yara made the executive decision that he was choosing the best coworker.
Well, in that case -
Koichi was pleasant enough to work with; he pushed himself to the limit and demanded the same of his cast, but that suited Yara just fine. There were years of familiarity, camaraderie and trust built into their relationship which made rehearsals and shows run smoothly. But.. with Koichi came the constant stream of texts from Machida that would start piling up on his phone. How’s Koichi today? What is he eating for lunch? Are you helping him with stretches properly?! As much as he appreciated Maachin as a friend and colleague, signing up for a butai with Koichi was tantamount to signing up for a more expensive texting plan and a lot of neck wringing.
Then there was Takizawa; another terrible workaholic, but a fairly reliable source for a free meal (hey, he was still a growing boy and free was always the right price). Plus, it was nice to have someone his own height around for a change. Not so nice? That ridiculous ranger costume Takizawa had foisted on him.
Which left... Tsubasa. Yara turned his attention back to that very same. Tsubasa was currently preoccupied with trying to unscrew the invisible lid to his glass. Yara rolled his eyes. Alright, the man was a terribly flighty drunk, but non-drunk, they were a very efficient dance team. On top of that, Tsubasa had a special knack for terrorizing juniors - another passion they shared and a talent that Yara could appreciate.
“Soooooo?”
Yara looked up, slightly alarmed. Tsubasa had evidently found another bottle of beer and managed to pop the top. He pried it out of his hands, picked Tsubasa’s phone off the table and dangled it in front of his face. “Hey, let’s call Takizawa,” Yara said in his overly cheerful voice, generally reserved for talking to small children or that obaachan who lived next door to his parent’s house. Tsubasa’s eyes brightened and Yara let out a sigh of relief. He thumbed through Tsubasa’s contacts and within seconds of dialing, Takizawa picked up.
“Tsubasa~” Takizawa’s voice oozed with happiness.
“Not Tsubasa,” Yara grumbled back, cutting him off efficiently before it got creepier. “But come pick up your dumb cat.”