[ if you've been watching the tournament, be it in person or on the 'gear, you might have possibly seen idols doing un-idol-like things.
Not singing and dancing things, for example.
No, things more like
this. Without ladders.This one here made it to the third round, before remembering belatedly that Edward Elric had automail, and automail hurts
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[ Sorry Makoto, there's no talking him out of this one. ]
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this is from--
a ~*BOY*~
Is this how Miki feels, minus the tendency to deprive smitten young men of their edibles by making them willingly suffer?? ]
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[ she isn't doing this intentionally. She really isn't.
SHE'S JUST SO HAPPY. ]
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H-how kind! But it's really nothing...
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Ah, I'm sorry--my name is Watanuki! [ ALL OF THE BOWING, MAKOTO, YOU CAN HAVE IT. ] Where should I bring the food?
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[ And indeed, only about forty-five minutes later he appears, hesitating at the door, holding a huge bento box.
It's huge.
Eventually the glass doors slide open with a hiss, and with nowhere else to go, he steps inside, blushing hotly. ]
A-ah...Kikuchi-san?
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[ all the cheery waving from her spot. ]
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He wanders over, looking slightly starstruck, holding out the bento for her inspection. ]
It isn't much, but...I hope you like it!
[ He bows a bit. The bento itself is a three-layered box; the first and second are the piping hot gyuudon and oyakodon he promised, while the third and topmost is a fresh salad with 'For Miss Kikuchi' written in an array of dice tomatoes, bean sprouts and cucumber strips. The I's in Kikuchi are star-shaped carrots. ]
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MAKOTO IS STARING IN AWE. ]
Wha...
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[ ...sheepish pause. ]
In retrospect, maybe I shouldn't have made so much. Feel free to share with your friends, Kikuchi-san.
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