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Fandom: Chaotic Butterfly
Characters: 4Leaf
Rating: work safe
Length: ~200 words
Disclaimer: Characters and universe belong to mousapelli
A/N: Someone stop me. Please.
"And this is the last member of 4Leaf," their new manager informed them. "Tsukioka-kun."
"Please take care of me." Tsukioka gave a quick bow, his hair flopping over his face, before he tucked it back behind his ear. He clapped his hands together when he rose and peered around them coyly with his big brown eyes. "Maa, new units are so exciting."
Sakurai frowned slightly, but tried to look more accepting of the situation than he actually was. He had just started to get used to his old members and didn't appreciate getting shifted around like this, especially when Kurosawa seemed to be two steps into the bottle already and Tsukioka looked a grand total of twelve years old. He'd been hoping his new unit would at least contain more work ethic than a teaspoon, but apparently even that was too much to ask in this business.
"You'll be good friends," the manager assured him with a clap on the shoulder before revealing their new daunting schedule.
Tsukioka played with his new phone charm and beamed at Sakurai from across the table.
Sakurai wasn't so sure.
Characters: 4Leaf
Rating: work safe
Length: ~200 words
Disclaimer: Characters and universe belong to mousapelli
A/N: Someone stop me. Please.
"And this is the last member of 4Leaf," their new manager informed them. "Tsukioka-kun."
"Please take care of me." Tsukioka gave a quick bow, his hair flopping over his face, before he tucked it back behind his ear. He clapped his hands together when he rose and peered around them coyly with his big brown eyes. "Maa, new units are so exciting."
Sakurai frowned slightly, but tried to look more accepting of the situation than he actually was. He had just started to get used to his old members and didn't appreciate getting shifted around like this, especially when Kurosawa seemed to be two steps into the bottle already and Tsukioka looked a grand total of twelve years old. He'd been hoping his new unit would at least contain more work ethic than a teaspoon, but apparently even that was too much to ask in this business.
"You'll be good friends," the manager assured him with a clap on the shoulder before revealing their new daunting schedule.
Tsukioka played with his new phone charm and beamed at Sakurai from across the table.
Sakurai wasn't so sure.