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your-highnessmarvel · 6 years ago

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Lemonade ~ chapter two

SUMMARY: Hailee, Boston born and raised, leaves in the dead of the night on a state train. Tears in her eyes, hurt in her heart, she ends up in a small town off the coast of Southern California that she knows only through her recently deceased father. She only finds shelter with a woman she barely knows; her grandmother. Hailee tries to rebuild herself despite the ruins she left behind in her other life. And then she meets Chris and finds herself, for the first time in her life, afraid.

LEMONADE MASTERLIST

RATING: MATURE (FOR FUTURE CHAPTERS)

WARNINGS: None for now. Maybe just language

Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC

WORD COUNT: 3705

TAG LIST IS OPEN (tags are at the end of the cut)

Banner made by me. Pictures are not mine.

A/N: LMAOOO ok so i finally posted part two! Still haven’t established Chris’ age... still figuring it out. Please leave feedback.

Chapter Two: I Ruin Everything Good; It’s What I Do

There are a few reasons as to why I choose to act the way I do. As others would call it; a bitch. Living in the high-class Boston citizenship had more downs than ups; more disadvantages than its counterpart. From the outside, yes, the high-end cars and the endless flow of cash seemed as delicious as it sounds, but there were dark corners to everything.

The high-end Boston life required an armor thicker than the ones they put on our soldiers. Everyone was out to get you, even if they seemed to be your most trusted friend. If they could find a way to take you down from your throne, trust me, they would. Loyalty did not exist in that kind of world.

Hence, my trust issues.

I had been in the town of Heaven’s Cove for well over a week, and I was still locking my room behind me and making sure all my stuff was still there when I got back. Despite the neighbors being literally miles away and my grandma deserving no distrust, I was cautious.

I hadn’t found a job yet, but my hopes were up after distributing a few resumés. I had an interview tomorrow. I could start gathering enough money to buy a car and move to LA, possibly find a better job and a place to stay. All of this, in the hopes of leaving this town.

The people were typical small-town folks. There were no proper hair salons, and the clothing stores sold last seasons magazine. I hated the town more than the life I led back in Boston.

Even now, as I watched Liza fry some eggs, made me hate it. Who even fries eggs like that?

“Are you going to the party tonight?” she asked, looking at me sideways because she could probably feel my glare on her.

“No,” I answered, shrugging, sipping on the coffee mug I held in my hands.

She frowned, dark red brows knitting together. “Everyone in town is going,” she added, as if that would totally convince me to go. ��It’s an annual thing. Happens every June to welcome summer.”

I rolled my eyes with a quiet sigh. “Summer doesn’t need welcoming,” I grumbled, “it just comes whether we want to or not.”

The spatula clanged on the counter as she turned to face me, red hair a fiery mess. Hands on her hips, she gave me a glacial look from under her brows. “It would actually really please me if you went,” she said, fighting to stay steadily grave and not completely angry. “If you’re going to stay here and have a job, you’re going to have to get along with the people. That’s how it works around here.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling the typical mix of guilt and anger for feeling so weak. I didn’t normally feel guilt, or any type of weakening emotion, but when I did, it got me angry. I hated feeling that way, and more importantly, I hated when others knew I was feeling that way.

Liza was still staring. I shrugged. “I’ll probably go,” I answered under my breath.

Going back to her eggs, she said, “we’re leaving at seven.” I rolled my eyes, trying not to grunt, but alas, she heard me.

At seven I was ready to jump out the window and pretend I had been kidnapped. I had planned to stage a fight in my room, but when Liza came knocking, I abandoned all my plans of excavation. I had gotten dressed in a red tank top with blue jeans and my Vans shoes. I didn’t really know how people got dressed in Heaven’s Cove, but I was sure it was not cowboy boots and stuff.

When I came outside to meet Liza, she was sitting in her Jeep, wearing a black blouse, her fiery hair a knot atop her head.

We rode in silence, the scenery going from forest green to the light pastels of the city. I could smell the salt from the sea in the air. The wind was gentle and warm, and as the sun fell beyond the horizon, the climate slowly descended to a very comfortable temperature.

By the time we’d arrived at the parking lot, the weather was kind and the wind was low, and the smell of sea salt still hung in the air. Liza got out of the car, whistling under her breath, and I followed behind her.

As we walked down the main lane of the town, I could hear the soft booming of music and the chitter chatter of a crowd. We rounded the corner to what was known as the ��town square” by the common folk. All the stores had their interior and exterior lights opened, creating a intricate cacophony of light against the town amassed in the center. Music was playing from the ice cream store, soft and gentle tunes. Merchants had their stock displayed on wooden tables here and there, the smell of food invading the square.

Truthfully, the view was adorable. Folk who’d known each other since birth were gathered, laughing, dancing, tasting the foods, and enjoying the company of each other. Old and young, teens and adults, all were gathered in the dim lights of the square.

I was honestly awed.

Liza’s hand found my shoulder, bringing my closer against her body. The intimacy made my mouth dry, my hands twitching, wanting to avoid all kinds of vulnerability. “This is where your father grew up,” she said, her voice low. “He had friends like them,” she added, pointing to a group of teenagers laughing beside a small fire. “He had ambitions and dreams for this town. He was going to go to school and come back to help us.”

I stood there, feeling the insides of my palms itching. “What about my mom?” I asked, feeling salty. Liza always talked about my father like he was a god and my mother was the goddess of hell. But I knew them both, and yes, my mother was a bitch, but to me she had had those fleeting moments of pure motherhood.

Liza sighed. “It’s hard to explain.”

I rolled my eyes, swiftly stepping aside. “My mom was not as horrible as you think,” I growled, feeling venom on the top of my tongue.

My grandmother shrugged, a sad smile on her lips. “It’s hard to see the good in someone who took away the only thing you had.”

She left me on that, walking towards a group of women and men that appeared to be in her age range. She just left me standing there, a sour taste in my mouth, overthinking every moment spent with my mother. Was she really as bad as everyone said she was? If she was bad, was I? I had her looks and her temper, maybe a hint of her anger and snapping character. But was I as bad as everyone said she was?

“Hailee!”

The sound of my name brought me back from my reverie. A curly-haired blonde was barreling down the path from the parking lot. A huge smile on her lips, splaying those pearly whites, her big blue eyes round and joyful. Behind her, a tall young man with shaggy blonde hair and a beard, looking strangely familiar.

“Hailee,” she breathed, “I’m glad you could make it.” She was wearing a beige sweater and bright blue jeans, her hair tousled to one side of her head. She had on dazzling earrings and shining lip-gloss.

“Hey Carly,” I muttered, smiling slowly. The man behind her gave me a huge grin, hugging his blue cardigan around his torso.

“This is my brother Scott,” Carly continued, introducing us. “Scott, this is Hailee, the girl that lives with Nanny.”

His grin turned into a full-on smile and he gave me his hand. “It’s really nice to meet you, Hailee.”

“You need a nickname,” Carly laughed, wrapping her arm around my shoulders. “How about, Haze?”

“That’s actually really not necessary,” I tried, but now even Scott was into it. He was strangely familiar; his height, his light brown coloring, the way he smiled made his eyes turn in a very familiar manner.

“Mom!” Carly exclaimed suddenly, waving to a couple walking in through the same path. “Mom, dad!”

They seemed endearing, hand-in-hand, soft and kind with their gentle features. The man was tall with the same auburn colors as his son. The woman was shorter, of tough build, and wore the same smile as the blonde fire-ball before me.

“This is Hailee Smith,” Carly said matter-of-fact. “Haze, this is my mother, Lisa, and my dad, Bob.”

I smiled shyly, waving at them awkwardly as if I was a teenage girl meeting her boyfriend’s parents. The woman, Lisa, looked me over with a kind smile.

“You look like your mother, doesn’t she, Bob?” she said, looking up to her husband. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

“You knew her too?” I mumbled. Lisa nodded.

“She moved in here she was, what, maybe seven or eight,” she said, and it was the first time I heard someone talking about my mother with not a hint of hatred. “She had a drive, that young woman. Whatever she wanted, she got it.”

Just like my dad.

I didn’t say anything more. I decided hearing about the past meant nothing for my future. I needed to move on; move away from this toxic town.

“Have you met my two others?” Lisa asked, making me frown. “Carly go find Shanna, would you?” As if she was a child, Carly playful ran off to find her sister, I presumed, while I stayed back.

“I assume you’ve met Chris?” Lisa asked me.

I froze. That name rang a bell. A bad bell. The guy who was at Liza’s place and treated me like a smoocher? That Chris? The man I deliberately insulted? I had totally forgotten Carly and him were related. Well, that was going to go bananas later.

Lisa was oblivious. “He said he went by Nanny’s place last week to fix her pool and her AC,” she went on. “He didn’t have time to fix the AC, but I’m sure he’ll be back some time this week.” She looked truly concerned, so I doubted that Chris told her about our whole dilemma.

I had deliberately tried to ignore and avoid Chris the entire week. I had seen glimpses of him here and there, always with his tool box, a bright smile on his lips. I caught him at the resto I had an interview at tomorrow, helping out with the industrial fridges. I saw a bit of him repairing someone’s car. But I had avoided him at all costs. He made my ego hurt.

“I’m going to go get a drink,” I said, smiling awkwardly, stepping back.

“I’ll go ahead with you,” Scott added quickly, waving to his parents as we headed for the table with free beer.

Scott was tall and had such a warm smile that it evoked zero ounce of hatred in me. I felt completely at ease with him. Walking in silence, despite his awkward throat-clearing, wasn’t as bad as I had thought.

“My parents are quite talkative,” he said shyly, hands in his jean pockets. I waved it off.

“Mine never really talked to me so,” I answered, shrugging.

I didn’t know why I had said that, but that moment of clarity, of openness, didn’t taste as bad as I had envisioned.

“My brother is the real talkative guy,” he continued. “He’s older than me, so he’s always looked out for me. Do you have any siblings?”

“I’m the only one,” I answered with a grimace.

“Oh boy, you’re lucky,” he said. I grabbed a beer from the table, thanking the woman sitting there with a smile. She was short and stocky, grey hair a tangled mess on her head.

Scott continued. “My brother and my sisters, man, they were so much trouble,” he giggled. “Chris was into sports and my sisters tried to follow, and that made the household such a mess!”

I laughed with him, finding it in me to put aside the awful feeling I had since I had left Boston. “Carly is the spitfire,” he added, his tone softening, “and Shanna is the brilliant one. And then Chris is the big-hearted bro, you know.”

“What about you?” I asked, sipping on the cool beer, walking back towards the center of the square.

“I’m just the little brother,” he answered.

“You’re more than that, for sure,” I said, laughing, enjoying the feel of simple company.

However, the feeling didn’t last long. A broad-shouldered hunk of a man came into my line of vision, accompanied by a bustling blonde. I felt the wave of bile at the back of my throat; anger and pride rising to meet the knowledge that I might have overreacted the other day by the pool.

Scott turned to his brother with wide arms, embracing him. “Chris, good to see you,” he said. I rolled my eyes shyly, looking away from the siblings.

Even though Chris made me fume, I couldn’t deny how good he looked. Even though he wore a simple blue blouse and dark jeans, he looked better than anyone at the gathering. His hair was messy and gathered behind his ears, while those baby blues matched his attire. Of course.

“You met Hailee, right?” Carly piped in. I turned, feigning surprise, and nodded. I met Chris’ eyes for a brief instant, ignoring the sly smile on his endearing mouth.

“I’ve gotta go find my grandmother,” I spat, turning on my heels, feeling my chest squeezing with both hatred and awkwardness.

“I’ll go along with you.”

I resisted the urge to growl. He really wanted me to throw another tantrum in the middle of town?

He slid in beside me, matching step, smiling like he won the lottery. “So, did the lemonade come off easily on the carpet?” he asked sarcastically.

“Do you really want me to tell you to fuck off?” I asked, gritting the words between my teeth. I held my cup of beer tightly. He shrugged.

“I’m still waiting for an apology,” he said. He smelled like cars and salt and man, and even though I wanted nothing more than to rid my mind of him, just his presence made me want to rip his clothes off.

When I looked up at him from under a deep frown, I saw the good in those bay blues. The never-ending sweetness and goodhearted intentions. He was not a bad man. He was not the man I wanted him to be, because it was much easier to see him as bad than to come to terms with the only true fact being that I was the worst thing that could ever happen to him.

“Fuck off.”

He laughed, following my steps again. “Would you like ice cream?” he asked, his voice laced with laughter as we made our way through the tough crowd in the center. “I’m sure you’re not really looking for Nanny, right?”

I turned to him, staring daggers, fuming. I wanted nothing more than to scream at him, but I also didn’t want to cause a scene.

“Or maybe you’re just trying to find a way to get rid of me?” he asked feigning innocence. I huffed, really, huffed, and turned on my heels. “So chocolate or vanilla?”

I didn’t really know where Liza was or anybody else in this town, so I sighed and stopped. “Chocolate,” I answered, watching as he slid ahead of me, shooting me a heart-stopping grin.

He went up to the clerk, elbows on the counter and all, grinning from ear to ear. I watched, standing a few feet away, as the light from inside the ice cream canteen reflected off his face. Even his smile, so sweet and good, was more angelic than anything I’d ever encountered.

Thinking back, that is the moment I realized I would destroy him.

He came back holding two cups of chocolate ice cream, an even bigger grin on his face. “Don’t you think vanilla is just overrated?” he joked, handing me the cup.

I shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t really care.”

“Hailee, look,” he said as we stepped aside, his tone going from joking to serious. “I think we started on the wrong foot, you and I, right?”

“Right,” I grunted, finishing my beer and starting on my ice cream.

“Whatever it was, I’m willing to put it behind us,” he said with a slow smile. I looked up at him, dark eyes meeting light blue. He was serious. He stuck out his hand dramatically. “Friends?”

I hesitated. Then I brought my hand into the warmth of his, letting him engulf it and shake it gently. “Friends,” I muttered.

He smiled. He let his hand stay in mine a little longer, my skin beginning to tingle, my mouth watering. Quickly, I wrenched my hand from his and wiped it on my jeans.

“So what are your plans now?” he asked. He motioned to a bench that was sitting just outside the square borders. It was in the shadows, conveniently away from the crowd.

“I have a job interview tomorrow,” I admitted, following Chris to the bench and sitting down. His thigh brushed mine, and I had to fight the tingles crawling up my thighs.

“Where?” he asked, and he did that classic boy thing where he lay his arm on the back of the bench, his fingers skimming my shoulder.

“The diner that overlooks the sea?” I squeaked. He chuckled, his laugh rumbling through his chest.

“The fish ‘n’ chips?” he asked. “Good luck with that.” I laughed with him.

I enjoyed his company for the entire night. Maybe Chris was not as bad. He made me laugh. He made me forget there were things out there that tore me apart. He made forgot the pain that was wedged deep within my soul. I was hurt. I was broken. But in those moments, sitting in the shadows, ice cream freezing my lips, with Chris by my side, I was content and whole.

“I should drive you back,” he said. “I saw Nanny leaving and I’m sure she wouldn’t want you walking all the way back.”

I stood, giggling, feeling the one beer and the ice cream sloshing in my tummy. I felt good. “What, is this town full of serial killers and stuff?” I asked sarcastically. An expression, dark and fleeting, passed quickly across Chris’ face. As soon as it had been there, it was gone. I was left questioning it as I followed him back to the parking lot.

He had been chatty and smiling the entire night, and now, his face had turned somber. Even if I couldn’t properly see his face in the fading lights and the darkness of the path, I could tell he was triggered.

“It’s just not safe at night,” he answered as we got to his black pick up truck. I shrugged.

“Boston was never safe,” I grumbled, “day or night.”

We rode in silence. Chris was lost in thought and I was lost in the scenery of the forest green with the glinting sea beyond. Inside his car it smelled like boy and oil, soft music playing in the speakers. When we arrived at Liza’s, he got out.

“You don’t have to,” I grumbled, shutting the door behind me. Liza’s place was all dark, but the porch door was swinging opened, blocked from closing by a rock, probably placed there by my grandmother.

Chris chuckled. “Good luck for your interview,” he said.

I laughed. “You’re only saying that to be nice.”

He shrugged, walking onto the porch, the steps creaking under our weight. Under the moonlight, he looked soft and pale. His eyes kept finding mine, his mouth twitching. “Can I take you out to dinner Friday?” he asked calmly, no inch of anxiety in his tone.

Oh, I wanted to refuse, really, I did. But even despite his good looks, there was a certain magnetism to him, a certain calm that drove me to him. I barely knew him, and I wanted nothing more than to stay with him. Yet I was dangerous and destructive, elusive and spontaneous. I was like my mother. Him and I, we were not meant to be. He was the type of boy that I used and disposed of back home. And I didn’t want to be that girl anymore.

I was so lost in thought, my brows pulled, that I didn’t feel his hands on my biceps until he shook me slightly. His fingers were warm, caressing my skin, and I didn’t want him to stop one bit. “Am I being too forward?” he whispered. He was leaning in slightly, his much larger frame almost cupping around me.

“I just… um…” How could I say it without sounding stupid?

He chuckled, rubbing my arms again, making me sway slightly. I wanted to, but I couldn’t. If I did accept to go out with him, nothing would stop me from ruining the good in him.

“Hey, look, um,” he took out his phone, his hands leaving my skin, a cold trail following the lack of his warm palms. “I could leave you my number and whenever you want, you can text me?” he said.

I nodded. “Yeah,” I breathed. I handed him my phone, watching the electronic light up on his face.

“We don’t have to go out,” he added, just to be sure I got the message. “We can go surfing or hiking, you know, anything you want.”

I took my phone back, unsure of what to answer. He stood there, tall and almost intimidating, watching me with intent in his eyes. Then, quickly, almost so quick I thought I had dreamt it, he kissed my cheek tenderly, his hand cupping shoulder. I closed my eyes slightly, enjoying the innocence of that fleeting moment. And then he was slowly walking down the steps.

“I’ll see you around, Haze,” he chuckled, back to his boastful and energetic self. I waved at him, feeling broken and complete all at once.

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nebulous-wanderings · 8 years ago

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Tsukista TV Ep 4 Summary Notes

This week’s episode begins Procellarum’s turn! The nenshou-gumi is up first as usual, so this episode focuses on Sato Yuusaku, who plays Rui, and Sasa Tsubasa, who plays Iku. Continue reading under the cut for the notes as well as gifs and screencaps. Also I realized I’m sort of inconsistent when referring to the stage actors by either their first or last names alone, but I usually go with whichever the fanbase calls them more often. (Hopefully it’s not confusing >_<) As always, feel free to add to the list or correct me if I got anything wrong~

The program started off with Tomotsune introducing the start of the show and everyone cheered.

(everyone cheering)

Then Tomotsune gave Tani 10 seconds to define what “procellarum” is. He almost got through the whole thing but not quite. (“procellarum” means “ocean of storms” in Latin and the largest lunar mare is named Oceanus Procellarum)

They decided to call Yuusaku, “Yuusakun”

Discussing Yuusaku’s personality:

Tani: Very serious

Doi: There was a sense of manliness

Tani: “[one of their sensei’s] said Yuusaku-kun has the most guts”

Tomotsune: We’re talking about the same Yuusaku…?

Tani: Oh not that Yuusakun wwww (basically, they were joking the entire time lol)

Yuusaku’s Habits:

Yuusaku said he doesn’t have any habits but makes this expression like he’s thinking really hard about it:

(Is he hiding something? lol)

After thinking about it, Yuusaku says his habit is that he likes to impersonate other people.

Tomotsune gave a countdown for Yuusaku to do an impersonation of a member of Procella:

(His impression of Doi)

Doi couldn’t guess that it was him at first (lol)

They wanted him to do one more:

(His impression of Tomotsune)

The hand motions are from when Tomotsune acts as Shun lol

Discussing Tsubasa’s personality:

First, they all decided on a nickname for him: Tsubasacchi

Shuuto said something about him having a lot of motivation that he also gives to the rest of the members

Tomotsune: “Should we call him ‘Wing’ from now on?”

(Everyone’s like “Huh, ‘Wing?’”)

Because “tsubasa” means “wing” in Japanese, or rather “wing” is English for "tsubasa” – Tani’s like “I didn’t know that www”

Tani: Tsubasa memorizes the dances really quickly, and because Tsubasa watched the anime he had a lot of pose variation

Doi: “Tsubasa has the ‘younger brother position, I think of him as my younger brother.” “Sometimes I wonder if he’s human.” Tani: what do you mean by that?? (I’m actually not sure either because everyone was talking over something Tsubasa said) Tomotsune: *sarcastically making fun of what Doi said* “ ‘Is he a younger brother???? Or is he a human????’ ”

Discussing Yuusaku’s private life:

Tomotsune to Yuusaku: “What do you do at home?”

Yuusaku: “I’m never home.” He usually gets back late at night. He also likes eating sweets and will eat alone at fancy cafes but won’t go into a ramen shop alone. I think he said it’s because of the feeling of eating at the counter so close to the other people and that there’s a feeling that you need to eat hurriedly. With that sort of fast-pacedness you can’t enjoy what you’re eating.

Discussing Tsubasa’s private life:

Tsubasa says he reads manga and plays video games every day. “I need to stop giving crappy, boring answers” wwww

Tomotsune asks him if he goes on the internet (fyi they actually say “ do net surfing” lol). Tsubasa replies that he goes on Youtube to watch let’s plays. Recently, he likes watching movies.

Tomotsune asks if he watches any foreign movies. Tsubasa: “Ah! I watched Jurassic Park!” Tani: “Cute~”

For the part of the show where they show their “Everyday Lives” videos, Yuusaku and Tsubasa are sitting at a table in a café.

Tsubasa: “Good work today.” Yuusaku: “Are we trying to act big?” Tsubasa: “Yeah” Yuusaku: *folds hands on the table “You came out me with here to this café but you’re not dressed for the occasion.” Tsubasa: “Am I your business partner or something?” Yuusaku: “Yeah” wwww

Yuusaku’s “Everyday Life” video:

Yuusaku filmed a cellphone video of him outside (in portrait mode of course, just like his twitter lol). “Hi, this is Sato Yuusaku. Right now I’m home and it’s 3pm – that means it’s “Sweets Time.” Today we have: donuts! *takes bite out of donut and talks with his mouth full* You know what goes well with donuts? Iced coffee. I’m drinking some black iced coffee. Delicious!! I’m not done eating yet – layered cheesecake! Tastes good!! Of course after you take a bite of the cheesecake you have to sip the iced coffee again. And then I have this parfait. The berries and the chocolate and the cream go well together, you know. Mmm mmm delicious!! Lastly, chocolate~ It’s a chocolate brownie *takes a bite* delicious!! The taste of drinking iced coffee afterwards mixes well. *sips iced coffee* Bye bye. *abrupt end* (YUUSAKU LMAOOO)

(stuffing his face with the parfait)

Tsubasa: “It ended?? That was it??” “How is this any different from what you do at practice?”

Yuusaku: “I look like a ‘juice drinker.’ In Tsukista, the traits of Minaduki Rui and myself come together to form some kind of cuteness. But in actuality, I’m man that drinks his iced coffee black!”

Tsubasa: ��That’s your real form?” Yuusaku: “Yep”

Tsubasa’s “Everyday Life” video:

“Hi! Today I’m at a camera shooting. *showing the background* This is a really nice set, and it looks like this – cute right?” (T/N: I recognize this as the set of the Tsukista Backstage Party fanbook. It’s the interior of a western-styled house.) Tsubasa goes around all the rooms and different parts of the set really excitedly. (it’s adorable)

(Tsubasa on set)

Yuusaku: “You’re very energetic, aren’t you?” “What kind of video was that”

Tsubasa: “It was a ‘Let’s have fun on set’ kind of video wwww”

Yuusaku said it was very Iku-like. “It was accurate to the anime”

Then Yuusaku said something about dubbing and asked if Tsubasa knows how to do it (or I guess it’s more like riffing since you’re talking over someone else’s actions). “What do you think? Do you want to try it?”

The situation is Yuusaku gets punched and wipes [figurative] blood off his mouth like he’s gonna fight back. “Damn, you’ve really done it now you asshole. I’m gonna fight back! URAGHHHHH”

Then they switch places and Tsubasa acts out a vampire while Yuusaku dubs it. “My lady, your blood...looks appetizing. Is one bite okay? *bites*”

Then they move on to talk about more serious stuff: their “path ahead”

Tsubasa: “Where are you going from here?” Yuusaku: “I want to be like Johnny Depp.” Tsubasa: “Uwaa, that’s amazing~” Yuusaku says it’s because Johnny Depp is able to portray a lot of vastly different characters and he wants to be able to do the same.

As for Tsubasa, he does butai work and some voice acting for video games but not a lot of tv/film stuff.

Yuusaku asks him if he’d be able to do tv/film stuff while also doing his main butai stuff and side voice acting work, but Tsubasa says it’s not that easy.

(“Wake up! You better not be sleeping!!”)

Tsukiusa T-shirt Designs:

Tsubasa @ Yuusaku’s design: “AHHHH that’s really cute~”

Yuusaku’s design: since the tsukiusa face is on your chest on the shirt, your shoulders become the top of its head and your arms become the ears when you raise them up. Also the charm on its necklace has his signature on it.

Tsubasa: “Genius!”

Tsubasa’s design: The 10 is for the 10th month since that’s Iku’s month, with the “0” drawn as a rabbit, and Tsubasa’s name at the bottom.

Yuusaku: “That’s genius~” Tsubasa: “Are you just saying that…” www

Tsubasa said “It makes me happy, what does everyone else say?” and “where are your voices” (or something like that) and he stood up to point around at everybody (presumably to the staff behind the cameras, but he could’ve also been figuratively speaking to the viewers).

When he stood up his mic pack (the part that goes in your back pocket) fell out onto the floor and he’s like “yoroshiku, sorry my mic fell” and laughing while reaching down to pick it up.

Yuusaku: “Shut up alreadyyyyy” Tsubasa: “Alrighttttt”

(“Stay tuned after this commercial break!”)

(After the break, it’s just the Tsukiusa Taisou ending since the episode is over lol)

#tsukiuta #tsukiuta stage #tsukista tv #sato yuusaku #sasa tsubasa #procellarum #my translation #my edits

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