Taisho Roman Revolution

[idolpro]

[ The elevator opens up to a room spacious enough to house the whole unit comfortably, but with no furniture to speak of except a touchscreen podium near the far wall, displaying a row of four larger-than-life mahjong tiles on a red background. On the left side of the screen is a square that says TRADE. The walls and floor of the room are nearly checkered with metal panels, out of place against the rest of the marble flooring and unremarkable off-white walls.

The elevator doors close behind you. ]

Comments

Re: RESULT

[sonof]

[ god that means I have to stand up too now. ok. ok. he can at least fake an appearance of composure, now that he's really putting his mind to it - between that and the hakama he manages to stand and it's hard to tell if his knees are even trembling. he keeps a hand at Shuten's shoulder. ]

Lean on me if you feel you must. Though Zea would be a better size for it.

Re: RESULT

[hashtagaesthetic]

[tries to make an "mmhm" sort of sound, but it comes out sad and gurgly and pathetic and he decides then and there to not make a noise for the next while.]

Re: RESULT

[sonof]

[ leans against his side and pulls off one of his dark gloves to offer it out, balled up ]

To stem the bleeding. ]

Re: RESULT

[hashtagaesthetic]

[...accepts it with only a few moments of hesitation.]

Re: RESULT

[sonof]

[ that last sentence was supposed to be dialogue and not have a bracket after it but whatever

into the elevator we go. you know what still suck? elevators

reaches out to hold his Shuten's hand with his now-gloveless one. ]

Re: RESULT

[hashtagaesthetic]

[the elevator is really just the shitty topping on this sundae of awful but he's hanging tightly onto Yasu's hand.]

Re: RESULT

[sonof]

[ this is where we at now I guess. still faintly trembling, but less so now. ]