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“Clutz, <span class="mu-i">let me help you</span>.” You place your hand on her exposed shoulder and look at her right in her beautiful peepers.
“Overzealous Manager, <span class="mu-i">stay an overzealous fan, your queen is asking you to</span>.” Clutz places her hand over your shoulder back, and continues the eye contact. She’s using her charms against you! She has the same competitive face she had when facing Nariko!
“I genuinely want to help all my talent, because I want them to do their best, since stars like you aren’t meant just to shine, but bring hope and happiness to their fans.” You place your other hand on her other shoulder.
“Be a little selfish. Get that hope and happiness. I’ll shine brighter to you if you keep being my fan.” Vortexia places her other hand over your other shoulder now. You look like a weird couple dancing in place. “I only need you to cheer me on.”
“And I will. But I prioritize my talent over my well-being. Let me help you be the best version of yourself.” You lean forward.
“T-This is not the type of relationship I want! A-And besides, stop talking about shining! I’m Tempest-themed! I’m cloudy! It’s in the name!” Clutz couldn’t keep the pace of whatever this is, but she still has points to bring. She steps away from this awkward dance pose. And, her name is Clutz, it has nothing to do with the climate.
“And you think a storm doesn’t bring lighting?! You’re meant to shine too! Can you tell I can see more in you than what you think you are?” You get strangely poetic as you grab her shoulders again.
“I-I love when my supporters get rowdy! My manager? Not so much!” Vortexia can’t deal with your passion! “I don’t need the help, simple as that!”
“Vortexia, may I say something?” Emily has finished reading the card!
“Ah~?” Clutz is not used to being called Vortexia at this point. “Y-Yes, you may! Do you want to declare yourself a fan of me? Have my charms worked on you already?”
“I haven’t listened to your music, so I can’t say for certain.” Emily tries to not jump the gun.
“...That didn’t stop him.” Vortexia says between her teeth. You made an entire band using this logic, you don’t see the problem.
“It’s likely we’re going to work together, so I want to help.” Emily smiles.
“Go ahead, you already took the stage!” Vortexia wants to listen to Emily so she doesn’t have to listen to you.
“You’re not handling this as well as you want us to believe. You’re on medication, you’re covering your eye bags with make-up, and your body is all jittery.” Emily points every single thing out, in a way that makes you believe that she went through something similar. “You’re nervous, aren’t you? It’s your debut of sorts, isn’t it? A new manager into the mix should’ve made it worse, right?”
“<span class="mu-i">T-That’s… That’s…</span>” Vortexia doesn’t know how to respond.
