nan desu ka

[esperrobin]

Stop right there--!

[ this being the point at which he bursts through the door, strikes a pose very briefly with his cape flapping in the gentle breeze from the fan to the right, eyes up the adversary and readies himself for battle;

except that this is sort of definitively not the studio. it's a little (a lot) more like a deserted main street, with exactly zero cameras or set pieces or even screaming fans.

(the last part is a relief more than anything)

much at a loss for what to do next, and faced with the total lack of any familiar faces, he falls back on information he's gathered from his time as robin: that it's really fun to prank child actors sometimes. ]

Guys...? W-was there a page of the script I missed?

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[fiveiv321]

What, you think there was a page where you end up in the center of the city and you can't get out, or...?

[ He pauses, seems to consider his own words for a moment, and then makes a little noise in the back of his throat like he's punctuating his sentence. Completing it in some way.

(if Fuuya knows much about the wonderful Asian Duel Champion, he probably expected someone a little less subdued and tired-looking)

(though, admittedly, it's not like Fuuya shouldn't know better than almost anyone about public faces, right?) ]

until heartland icons are made this will have to do

[illscreaminstead]

[This one hasn't noticed Fuuya yet. He barely even seems to have noticed that the cab dropped him off in entirely the wrong place (entirely the wrong world).

His coat is zipped closed entirely -- with a high collar like his, it covers his mouth -- and the distinct scent of copper and cooked meat hangs around him.]