Hmmm... well, we could do something like Babymetal. That way you could do what you wanted, but I could do what I'm best at, just like you said! It'd be something that's just us, too, y'know?
[That way they could perform together but neither of them would have to do something they aren't necessarily good at/like/enjoy/etc.]
[Her arms are still crossed, leaning against the bench, before she goes ahead and pops back up - turning in her seat to face Makoto again with a big, dumb smile.]
Ibuki says... "Yes!"
I'll do the instrument work, lyrics, and composition, and you can do the vocal work and all the cute dancing! That sounds like a lot of fun... the last time Ibuki was up on stage was -
Well, it was a couple weeks ago, on the stage down by the beach! But only ten people came.
With someone as cute as Makoto-chan at the helm, loads more people are guaranteed to show up! Guaranteed!
Everyone has to start somewhere. This place is a lot different from home, but it'll catch on before you know it. And it's not gonna be just because of me!
It'll be because we did it together.
[Somehow they've gone from ending the world with despair to babymetal but that's okay.]
[That's just how it goes when you're talking to Ibuki. One minute, guts and death! The next minute - Well, still guts and death, but in a different format. Metal, man. That said -
What Makoto says, there, actually gets Ibuki to all but swoon - clutching her chest like she felt a sudden pain and going stiff as a board in her seat.]
N-no, you've done it again --! Makoto-chan's done it again! She's shot Ibuki right through the heart with her cool and sweet words, somehow knowing just what to say to get through Ibuki's prickly shell and stab her ooey-gooey core...!!
It's too much, it's too much! Light... fading! Everything... going dark! Ahhhhh...!!
[That's... of course coupled with her falling to the side onto Makoto herself.]
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[That way they could perform together but neither of them would have to do something they aren't necessarily good at/like/enjoy/etc.]
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[Her arms are still crossed, leaning against the bench, before she goes ahead and pops back up - turning in her seat to face Makoto again with a big, dumb smile.]
Ibuki says...
"Yes!"
I'll do the instrument work, lyrics, and composition, and you can do the vocal work and all the cute dancing!
That sounds like a lot of fun... the last time Ibuki was up on stage was -
Well, it was a couple weeks ago, on the stage down by the beach! But only ten people came.
With someone as cute as Makoto-chan at the helm, loads more people are guaranteed to show up!
Guaranteed!
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It'll be because we did it together.
[Somehow they've gone from ending the world with despair to babymetal but that's okay.]
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Well, still guts and death, but in a different format.
Metal, man.
That said -
What Makoto says, there, actually gets Ibuki to all but swoon - clutching her chest like she felt a sudden pain and going stiff as a board in her seat.]
N-no, you've done it again --! Makoto-chan's done it again!
She's shot Ibuki right through the heart with her cool and sweet words, somehow knowing just what to say to get through Ibuki's prickly shell and stab her ooey-gooey core...!!
It's too much, it's too much! Light... fading! Everything... going dark!
Ahhhhh...!!
[That's... of course coupled with her falling to the side onto Makoto herself.]
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[She catches her, of course, but she's definitely amused at Ibuki's antics. Never a boring moment, huh.]