>>5683122<span class="mu-g">“GEH! THAT’S SO BASIC. IT’S EDUCTIONAL, RIGHT? IT HAS TO BE A CUTE SCIENTIST OUTFIT.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Can we dye her hair? Maybe like a few strands? If its dye that washes out then it should be fine, right?”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“No. It’s a debut. People will expect certain features to remain the same. It should suit her idol persona.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“HAH? POOR TASTE!!!! WHY DON’T YOU JUST SLAP CAT EARS ON HER AND BE DONE WITH IT???”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“No, she just had a shoot featuring those. It’s too soon.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“I WAS BEING S A R C A S T I C”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“Hmm. Sent by Sawada Izumi… from costume design, right? Please report to my office.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“I suppose this is some kind of health-promotion duo? It can work.”</span>
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People are getting really into this.
After replying to every mail you’re mentioned in, you’re in need of a breather.
Some coffee and a snack will do you good, so you make your way tot he break room.
When you arrive in the break room you spot someone there you haven’t seen in a long time.
<span class="mu-g">“Tachibana-san,”</span> you say, <span class="mu-g">“How have you been?”</span>
The older gentleman in the overcoat looks up from his cup of coffee.
A cane rests against the counter next to him.
<span class="mu-g">“Nagata-san,”</span> he says, <span class="mu-g">“It’s been a while. Things have been kind of quiet for me lately, so I figured I’d come and bother people at the office.”</span>
Previously a private investigator, Tachibana Ichiro now works as a talent scout at Matsuno Inc.
He’s one of the people responsible for noting down the statistics and observed traits of people coming to auditions.
His job typically keeps him away from the office, so It’s been a long time since you’ve last spoken.
<span class="mu-g">“A welcome break, I’d say,”</span> you reply.
Tachibana sighs, <span class="mu-g">“I guess,”</span> he says, <span class="mu-g">“Still, I get antsy when I’m not doing anything.”</span>
<span class="mu-g">“If I linger for too long, I might end up acting my age,”</span> he adds with a chuckle.
<span class="mu-g">“Well, if that’s the case then I hope they’ll soon be overworking you again!”</span> you say with a playful smile.
The man bellows a hardy chuckle, <span class="mu-g">“If only!”</span> he says, then sighs. He takes a sip from his coffee.
<span class="mu-g">“I heard you’ve been promoted to idol manager,”</span> he says.
You no, <span class="mu-g">“Yeah, this and that happened and I’m in charge of several wonderful idols now,”</span> you say, <span class="mu-g">“Some of the girls working for me right now might even have been screened by you.”</span>
