mrowr.

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[Right so. These idiots. Filming. Songwriting. A great deal of work that probably has Sakura running around like a madwoman.

This is probably why she is currently asleep hidden under a desk. Look, no one will bother her here. This is a genius plan.]

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[It is absolutely no holiday for him either; the filming, the promo shots, the meet and greets with fans promoting the film, all manner of things that involve running his lion butt off. But still, with a frankly terrifying amount of stealth, he has come back, found his sleeping manager, and just picked her up from under the desk.]

Sakuurraaaaaa....

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Mnn...?

[She's not awake enough to protest, really, so she's just kind of blearily looking at him.]

Whaat.

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Wake up. I need you to help me with something before we can wrap up for the day.

[Since they're in private and she's too asleep to protest he's actually face bumping her a few times to wake her up.]

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OKaaayyy...

[If he's going to facebump her, she's going to pet him on reflex, but he's gonna have to put her down before they can get anything done.]

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[She gets a bit of a rumble out of him for the pets, but he'll put her down and then shove a few pages of hand-written music into her hands. A vocal part is highlighted. It is his handwriting.]

That.

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Ah, hmm, that's a...soprano...part...

[You can tell she's waking up because she's starting to go red.]

Hiro, what.

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They asked me to write a song for this, but I wrote a duet -- and it turns out the female lead can't carry a tune at all, so I'd like you to slip in. They've already agreed to credit you as the vocalist on here. You've helped me with other parts before, this is perfectly in your range.

[Hiro you had to have known your female lead couldn't sing. I mean sure you act like a ditzy prettyboy but you're your parents' son.]

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...Bullshit. You knew she couldn't, you wrote this knowing that...

[She knows you too well to think you're that much of a ditz, Hiro. Which is why she's kind of covering her face.]

Why'd you have to go do something this nice? Ah, shit, I'm gonna cry...

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[He grabs he hands and pulls them down.]

Hey, you've been my manager for years now when you're the youngest manager by far, but I know that's not why you're here. You wanted to be a singer; it's not fair I get to chase my dream and you just have to sit by and help me accomplish that. I want to help you, too, Sakura. Your dream is just as important.

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[Well she's red and her eyes are a little watery, but she's not fighting him.]

...Why're you doing so much, Hiro? This...it puts you on the line if I mess up, too. That's a bit more than just helping me because I helped you, isn't it?

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[He laughs softly, and grins a little.]

Yeah, I wonder why myself. But c'mon. I want to get a rough version recorded before we leave tonight, can you meet me on the soundstage in like fifteen minutes?

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Fifteen minutes...[She looks down at the music he's handed her, and nods.]

I'll be there.

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Good!

[Sure enough, he's there, guitar already plugged in, sitting on a stool and waiting for her.]

Thank you, really. I know I didn't give you a lot of time...

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It's fine. [She smiles, and goes to find wherever they put the mic so she can, well. Adjust it to the right height. She real short. .w.]

I wouldn't have been much of an idol if I couldn't get ready on a moment's notice, would I?

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You mean you won't be. This isn't a swansong. It's a start to something.

[AND MUSIC! HERE WE GO, MONTAGE!]

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[Yep. Yep she sings real good. And can pretty easily harmonize with a big doofy lion. She picked up the song easily enough. This is some shit.]

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[Lion is not as good a singer as his sister or tiny good singer. But he is good, and he is also good at make guitar noise. Is time for montage of duet.]

...And not bad.

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'Not bad', he says. [She laughs a little, and scuffs her feet on the floor some.]

...Wrote a love song, did you?

[Because let's be real. 90% of duets are.]

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Well, I mean, the role kind of demanded I do so...

[Look at me I am too doofy to be harmful in any way.]

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[She's been your manager for years, Hiro. She knows what's up.]

I wonder. [She seems to consider this.] You have to wrap up here, right? I might head back early...there's an errand I need to do on the way.

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[You know that look cats get where they just look not panicked but kind of baffled and excited? Because Hiro just got that one.]

Okaaaaaay~? I'll see you back at the hotel, then?

[He had to make sure the recording saved, clear things up with the staff, delete their talking at the end, wrap up stuff for that day's shooting... She gets some time before he comes back.]

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[It's good because she's...cooking? Something smells delicious.

Something smells like fish.

Also, there's a small little package of something sitting on the table. There. Innocuous. With his name on it.]

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Sakura, I'm home!

[For the record, yes, he does this every time if she's not also arriving with him. But, he does like the smell of fish. He likes the taste of it even more! But more than either of those things he likes gifts. So he'll put his guitar down and just sit down to open it!]

[coramcaeco]

[That.

That is a bell. An incredibly magical bell, a charm for good fortune and good health spirits sometimes sell when they feel agreeable. The fact that it's a bell is probably Sakura being a little shit.

There's even some ribbon with a note that she wasn't sure what color would suit him best. Yeah. Yeah she is a jerk.]

Dinner'll be done in a few!

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Okaaaay~!

[He kind of frowns a little bit at that, but well. He'll bat at it a bit. He seems to be considering affixing it to his guitar case. Also batting a bit at it. Bat. Batbat.]