[Team 2] Nakuna, Tama-chan!
Very short, but I really like this idea even if it's just copied from a drama lol and kind of want to write more.
The grin on Miyata’s face seemed to lit up the gloomy room where the only source of light came from a lamp on a desk.
“I’m so glad you came again!”
“Tsk, it’s not like I chose to,” the other person in the room said, arms crossed on his chest. “I had no choice. You found out how it works right? You summoned me. But that’s fine because we need to talk.”
“Aren’t I your god? You said that the first time we met.”
“I changed my mind.”
“Tama-chan don’t say that! What did I do wrong?”
“You know what you did.”
Miyata pouted but at the same time he started to look guilty. “I just wanted to have some fun. And you know you are my favourite!”
“You have plenty of moe girls in your manga, why am I your favourite character!?”
“Because you are the only one that I got to meet for real. And you look so much better than on paper.”
“That’s because your drawing skills suck.”
“How can you say that!?” Miyata whined, getting closer to Tama-chan. “You said that we would work together on a successful manga. That it will be the best ever!”
“Anyway, I see no improvements in the storyline. All you did was making me wear absurd clothes and say sappy lines. And who the hell is this Toshiko now? Why do I suddenly fancy her?”
“I’m sorry, Tama-chan. Are you mad at me?”
“Of course I am! MY manga will never sell if you continue writing lame stories. That’s the reason why I came out of it in the first place. You need to learn how to make a good manga!”
“I thought it was because you wanted to make me happy because if I am happy, the story will be better and your manga world will be happy. I am happy now. So happy like I’ve never been.” Miyata said going to grab Tama-chan’s hand.
“That’s gross.” Tama-chan said, but he didn’t break the contact with Miyata’s hand. He looked off to the side and started blushing a little.
“I don’t understand why Toshiko is a girl. And why does she wear those frilly outfits. Couldn’t you just draw yourself? Or you don’t even have the courage to do that?”
“Tama-chan, I...”
“You said you liked me right? I don’t want to like someone else, even if it’s my job.” Tama-chan continued, and it looked like angry tears were about to break out of his eyes against his will.
“I’m sorry Tama-chan. I can’t draw myself as a boy in my manga. You see, that’s not the type of manga I draw...”
"Then you should consider changing your target reader."
The grin on Miyata’s face seemed to lit up the gloomy room where the only source of light came from a lamp on a desk.
“I’m so glad you came again!”
“Tsk, it’s not like I chose to,” the other person in the room said, arms crossed on his chest. “I had no choice. You found out how it works right? You summoned me. But that’s fine because we need to talk.”
“Aren’t I your god? You said that the first time we met.”
“I changed my mind.”
“Tama-chan don’t say that! What did I do wrong?”
“You know what you did.”
Miyata pouted but at the same time he started to look guilty. “I just wanted to have some fun. And you know you are my favourite!”
“You have plenty of moe girls in your manga, why am I your favourite character!?”
“Because you are the only one that I got to meet for real. And you look so much better than on paper.”
“That’s because your drawing skills suck.”
“How can you say that!?” Miyata whined, getting closer to Tama-chan. “You said that we would work together on a successful manga. That it will be the best ever!”
“Anyway, I see no improvements in the storyline. All you did was making me wear absurd clothes and say sappy lines. And who the hell is this Toshiko now? Why do I suddenly fancy her?”
“I’m sorry, Tama-chan. Are you mad at me?”
“Of course I am! MY manga will never sell if you continue writing lame stories. That’s the reason why I came out of it in the first place. You need to learn how to make a good manga!”
“I thought it was because you wanted to make me happy because if I am happy, the story will be better and your manga world will be happy. I am happy now. So happy like I’ve never been.” Miyata said going to grab Tama-chan’s hand.
“That’s gross.” Tama-chan said, but he didn’t break the contact with Miyata’s hand. He looked off to the side and started blushing a little.
“I don’t understand why Toshiko is a girl. And why does she wear those frilly outfits. Couldn’t you just draw yourself? Or you don’t even have the courage to do that?”
“Tama-chan, I...”
“You said you liked me right? I don’t want to like someone else, even if it’s my job.” Tama-chan continued, and it looked like angry tears were about to break out of his eyes against his will.
“I’m sorry Tama-chan. I can’t draw myself as a boy in my manga. You see, that’s not the type of manga I draw...”
"Then you should consider changing your target reader."