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Who: Zaizen and Marui
When: the 31st
Where:
What: A collaborative proposal for Kenya's fuckbuddy.
Zaizen was still reeling a little from the fact that he personally knew like half the people on base, but if there was one good thing to be taken from it all, it was that it practically solved the problem of finding a singer for his latest song.
After all, Marui seemed like exactly the kind of attention whore who would sing for the exposure. And he knew enough from watching his streams to be sure that Marui could at least hold a basic tune. Autotune could do the rest if needed.
And so he showed up to knock on Marui's door, laptop bag slung over his back. It was time to secure a collaboration.
Being an attention whore was exactly what made Marui such a successful youtuber. He flourished under the harsh competition and need to consistently be the centre of people’s attention. Being stuck on a base with less than 200 people was a huge change, and while he’d managed to find a few people to fill his need for attention, it wasn’t quite the same as being able to drop a new instagram post whenever he wanted a little ego boost.
When Zaizen knocked, Marui was, of course, sleeping. Add that to the list of things he was getting sick of real fast. Grateful for the call back to the land of the living, he sat up and yawned, before shuffling over in his pyjamas to see who was at the door. Oh, Zaizen? Marui scratched his stomach and yawned again. “Sup.”
Zaizen came on into Marui's room like he owned the place, going and sitting himself down on Marui's bed to stare the pink haired man down.
"How do you feel about singing?" He asked, cutting right to the heart of the matter.
Marui didn’t mind at all, this is exactly the kind of familiarity he was used to both at home and among influencers in general. You didn’t get far in the public sphere by being prissy about boundaries. His brain is still turning back on however, and the dull look he gives Zaizen in return makes it pretty clear there’s no lights on upstairs at the moment. “Like, right now? I’m kinda tired.”
Zaizen had been planning to make him do a rough run through of the song this very minute, yes, but Marui was clearly having some mental delays at the moment.
"You can listen to the music and see how you like it, and we'll record another day. You look like you're trashed." Zaizen stated, starting to get his computer out so he could play the track. "But I figured if you're here it's pretty much decided that we need to do a collab. And I need a singer. Vocaloids can't do everything."
“I wish, I’m not even allowed to drink right now.” Truly, the suffering Marui endured. He plopped down next to Zaizen, watching as he pulled up the file. “Collab sounds good to me. Not a lot of options right now, huh? We’re gonna be stuck together a while. You, me, and Ibu, and Ibu’s so fancy.” Fancy here meant ‘accepted in the public sphere outside of youtube’. “…so what’s the song about?”
"I mean, I bet someone else on base could sing. Kenya-san's not bad if I'm desperate." Zaizen shrugged. "But you have the brand recognition behind you, so you make more sense."
He pressed play on the file on his laptop. "It's a song about a cheating bastard who gets killed in about twenty interesting ways." Zaizen was a little bitter about his last relationship. "I also have one about a sheep in space."
"You only want me for my followers." Marui flopped backwards dramatically, but he didn't mean it at all. After all, Zaizen also had a huge following. He closed his eyes, nodding his head along to the music. "I like it. Get those issues out." Nothing wrong with a little casual ex murder, as a treat. "Yeah, I'll do it. You're on your own with the space sheep though." Unless it was really good. Which was a real possibility.
Zaizen smirked. "I mean, your followers are one of your shining good points. You have the looks and charm to back up a fanbase of that size too." He looked Marui over meaningfully.
Then he switched the track over to the sheep song. It was a banger. Even if it was about a space sheep. Zaizen didn’t slack.
"Oh I've got SO much charm." Marui laughed, not even questioning the praise. It's what he deserved, after all. He sat up, but only to reach under the bed and grab some chips. "Gimme the lyrics. And make the font big."
"Vision issues?" Asked Zaizen, switching to the lyrics and increasing the font size for Marui. "Maybe you should look into getting some glasses made. You could be a megane."
"Everything issues. I got hit in the head four times in one day, my brain is not my friend right now." Marui tossed a handful of chips in his mouth and started reading. "You'd suit glasses better I think. Or would that mess with your piercings? Only so much room on your ears, might get caught."
"Four times? That sucks." Zaizen stretched. "And I have reading glasses. I look okay in them, I guess."
People said he looked really good in them actually. But he wasn’t going to brag. He didn't need to, he knew he was good looking.
"Anyway, what do you think of the lyrics? Something you could pull off?"
“Yeah, how close did you read the contract for coming here? They can send you off on a mission whenever, to do whatever, even when it doesn’t make sense. I thought I wouldn’t actually get sent because of my job, but nah they sent me out there anyway and I got smacked around like a whack-a-mole and nearly got eaten by spacebugs in a cave.” Marui stuffed his face with the rest of his chips while he ranted, and started on another bag. “So like, can I do the song? Yeah. Is it gonna take me twice as long as usual? Probably. But I can for sure pull it off, don’t worry about that.”
Zaizen nodded as he listened to Marui rant and rave, kind of tuning most of it out for his own sanity. Man, people were exhausting. "Cool. Let's seal the deal with a selfie for my blog, then. Do something about your pajama top first, though."
Marui didn’t even notice, and it was for the best. Everyone had to do what they gotta do to get by. For Zaizen that was ignoring people’s boring tirades, for Marui it was assuming that everyone cared about the nonsense he went on about. Zaizen would regret not paying more attention when he was the one sent out on a stupidly dangerous mission.
“Ugh, you mean I gotta get dressed?” But Marui respected Zaizen and he knew he had a point, so he went to his drawer and dug out a clean shirt to put on, and gave his hair a quick comb through with his fingers so it looked less slept on. Then plop, back on the bed beside Zaizen, cheesy smile ON and ready to ham it up for the camera. “Filter it so I don’t look dead.”
Zaizen nodded his head, leaning in and practically cuddling with Marui as he snapped a picture of the two of them together, looking like grand old pals.
Then he let go to start messing with the filters.
"Hm... you don't look too bad when you aren't in horrible pajamas, actually. I didn’t know anyone still slept in those, by the way." He raised a pierced eyebrow in Marui's direction. "Interesting taste."
“Hey, they’re linen. If you wore it you’d understand.” They were cool and breathable and Zaizen didn’t know shit about shit. “Besides, my roommate seems to get the hint better that I’m sleeping when I’m wearing them. They’re like having a sign without having a sign– hey, is that filter new? Ughhh I’ve been missing so much out here.”
"I just sleep in my underwear. Who cares what your roommate thinks." Zaizen started typing out a blog post to schedule for publication next month because why not? "And yeah, there's a lot to miss out on out here. But in five years I can retire to focus on my music, so it's worth it."
“It’s not just him, there’s lots of people who haven’t got the memo about leaving me alone when I’m sleeping. Plus, this way if I wake up and I’m hungry I don’t have to put on clothes before I go to the kitchen.” Because unfortunately, even simple things like that were taking their toll on Marui. He sighed a sad sigh. “I miss take-out so much. I still can’t believe you’re doing this voluntarily, selling out isn’t that bad. Must be a musician thing…”
Zaizen shrugged. It probably was a musician thing, though he knew plenty of others that had sold out. Maybe it was just because he was so devoted to his art. Well, whatever, he was here now.
"This is an adventure. I can blog about it, and draw from the experience for my music." Zaizen yawned. "Plus I know a bunch of people here, so it won't be boring... that reminds me, I want to see a picture of Kenya-san in his skirt. Do you have any?"
Boy did he ever. Marui grinned, and went to dig through his desk drawers. “Did you hear about the trading cards yet? The morale team went around taking pictures of everyone, and I–” he turned around, single card in hand, holding it up for Zaizen to see
, “–got Ken-chan’s SR.” Take a good look, Zaizen. That there was one of the most sought-after cards on the base.
Zaizen looked at the card, letting out a whistle at the quality of those legs. "Good to see that Kenya-san hasn't been slacking off since graduation."
Those were legs that he'd still love the chance to touch, even if he'd otherwise given up on ever being more than friends with the space cadet of a nurse.
"I can't believe you managed to get him in bed. I spent two years trying to seduce him and he never even noticed." Zaizen grumbled.
Marui looked smug and proud, and for once it was justified. “Haven’t you heard? I’m a genius. Sweet, innocent Ken-chan was no match for me.” Marui would appreciate the pain of having Kenya not notice for two whole years later, right now he was riding the high of succeeding at something Zaizen had failed at. “His legs are even nicer up close.” Oh yeah, he was rubbing it in.
Zaizen wasn't really that bothered. He'd given up on Kenya a good six years ago, so he was, well, over any lingering feelings for a guy who wasn't interested.
"I can see how you pulled it off though. You're outgoing and straightforward. And honestly not bad to look at." Zaizen commented. "And I've heard the rumors about how direct you are when it comes to sex."
That’s right Zaizen, keep feeding Marui compliments. “You can say ‘nice to look at’ instead of ‘not bad’, you know. But you know what Ken-chan’s like, right? You’ve gotta hit him in the face with stuff, hints don’t work.” Marui shrugged like it was nothing, a move calculated to show off because they both knew it was definitely something. “It’s not just him it works with, when you want something you gotta go get it. You should drop your too-cool-to-care persona and try it sometime. The results don’t lie.”
Zaizen rolled his eyes at his personality being called a persona, like it was some kind of act, but didn't let it bother him too much.
"Oh, I don't have any problem getting laid." He replied, smirking at Marui. "Usually I just have to ask someone if they're interested in checking to see where all fifteen of my piercings are... interested?"
Marui raised his eyebrows. Nice counter move, Zaizen. He contemplated for a moment, though he looked more like he was weighing a business deal than anything. “Sure, but my stamina is shit right now, you have to do the work.”
Zaizen was satisfied that his point has been made. "Oh yeah. The head injury. Maybe you should take a rain check for now then. You passing out while I fuck you would be a huge turn off."
Well, Marui was easy after all. He rolled his eyes at the shake off. "You'd have to suck really bad for me to pass out. Whatever. Show me some other time." As much as he hated to admit it, Marui was already getting a bit drowsy from the extended conversation. He flopped back onto his bed, curling up with his pillow. "I'm going back to sleep. You can get out now."
Zaizen looked amused at Marui clearly taking his advice and taking a rain check on the boning. "Yeah, let me know when you're feeling better. We can work on the song and... other stuff."
He started packing up all his stuff, not at all displeased with how this visit had gone. A collaboration and possible rebound sex sounded pretty good to him.
When: the 31st
Where:
What: A collaborative proposal for Kenya's fuckbuddy.
Zaizen was still reeling a little from the fact that he personally knew like half the people on base, but if there was one good thing to be taken from it all, it was that it practically solved the problem of finding a singer for his latest song.
After all, Marui seemed like exactly the kind of attention whore who would sing for the exposure. And he knew enough from watching his streams to be sure that Marui could at least hold a basic tune. Autotune could do the rest if needed.
And so he showed up to knock on Marui's door, laptop bag slung over his back. It was time to secure a collaboration.
Being an attention whore was exactly what made Marui such a successful youtuber. He flourished under the harsh competition and need to consistently be the centre of people’s attention. Being stuck on a base with less than 200 people was a huge change, and while he’d managed to find a few people to fill his need for attention, it wasn’t quite the same as being able to drop a new instagram post whenever he wanted a little ego boost.
When Zaizen knocked, Marui was, of course, sleeping. Add that to the list of things he was getting sick of real fast. Grateful for the call back to the land of the living, he sat up and yawned, before shuffling over in his pyjamas to see who was at the door. Oh, Zaizen? Marui scratched his stomach and yawned again. “Sup.”
Zaizen came on into Marui's room like he owned the place, going and sitting himself down on Marui's bed to stare the pink haired man down.
"How do you feel about singing?" He asked, cutting right to the heart of the matter.
Marui didn’t mind at all, this is exactly the kind of familiarity he was used to both at home and among influencers in general. You didn’t get far in the public sphere by being prissy about boundaries. His brain is still turning back on however, and the dull look he gives Zaizen in return makes it pretty clear there’s no lights on upstairs at the moment. “Like, right now? I’m kinda tired.”
Zaizen had been planning to make him do a rough run through of the song this very minute, yes, but Marui was clearly having some mental delays at the moment.
"You can listen to the music and see how you like it, and we'll record another day. You look like you're trashed." Zaizen stated, starting to get his computer out so he could play the track. "But I figured if you're here it's pretty much decided that we need to do a collab. And I need a singer. Vocaloids can't do everything."
“I wish, I’m not even allowed to drink right now.” Truly, the suffering Marui endured. He plopped down next to Zaizen, watching as he pulled up the file. “Collab sounds good to me. Not a lot of options right now, huh? We’re gonna be stuck together a while. You, me, and Ibu, and Ibu’s so fancy.” Fancy here meant ‘accepted in the public sphere outside of youtube’. “…so what’s the song about?”
"I mean, I bet someone else on base could sing. Kenya-san's not bad if I'm desperate." Zaizen shrugged. "But you have the brand recognition behind you, so you make more sense."
He pressed play on the file on his laptop. "It's a song about a cheating bastard who gets killed in about twenty interesting ways." Zaizen was a little bitter about his last relationship. "I also have one about a sheep in space."
"You only want me for my followers." Marui flopped backwards dramatically, but he didn't mean it at all. After all, Zaizen also had a huge following. He closed his eyes, nodding his head along to the music. "I like it. Get those issues out." Nothing wrong with a little casual ex murder, as a treat. "Yeah, I'll do it. You're on your own with the space sheep though." Unless it was really good. Which was a real possibility.
Zaizen smirked. "I mean, your followers are one of your shining good points. You have the looks and charm to back up a fanbase of that size too." He looked Marui over meaningfully.
Then he switched the track over to the sheep song. It was a banger. Even if it was about a space sheep. Zaizen didn’t slack.
"Oh I've got SO much charm." Marui laughed, not even questioning the praise. It's what he deserved, after all. He sat up, but only to reach under the bed and grab some chips. "Gimme the lyrics. And make the font big."
"Vision issues?" Asked Zaizen, switching to the lyrics and increasing the font size for Marui. "Maybe you should look into getting some glasses made. You could be a megane."
"Everything issues. I got hit in the head four times in one day, my brain is not my friend right now." Marui tossed a handful of chips in his mouth and started reading. "You'd suit glasses better I think. Or would that mess with your piercings? Only so much room on your ears, might get caught."
"Four times? That sucks." Zaizen stretched. "And I have reading glasses. I look okay in them, I guess."
People said he looked really good in them actually. But he wasn’t going to brag. He didn't need to, he knew he was good looking.
"Anyway, what do you think of the lyrics? Something you could pull off?"
“Yeah, how close did you read the contract for coming here? They can send you off on a mission whenever, to do whatever, even when it doesn’t make sense. I thought I wouldn’t actually get sent because of my job, but nah they sent me out there anyway and I got smacked around like a whack-a-mole and nearly got eaten by spacebugs in a cave.” Marui stuffed his face with the rest of his chips while he ranted, and started on another bag. “So like, can I do the song? Yeah. Is it gonna take me twice as long as usual? Probably. But I can for sure pull it off, don’t worry about that.”
Zaizen nodded as he listened to Marui rant and rave, kind of tuning most of it out for his own sanity. Man, people were exhausting. "Cool. Let's seal the deal with a selfie for my blog, then. Do something about your pajama top first, though."
Marui didn’t even notice, and it was for the best. Everyone had to do what they gotta do to get by. For Zaizen that was ignoring people’s boring tirades, for Marui it was assuming that everyone cared about the nonsense he went on about. Zaizen would regret not paying more attention when he was the one sent out on a stupidly dangerous mission.
“Ugh, you mean I gotta get dressed?” But Marui respected Zaizen and he knew he had a point, so he went to his drawer and dug out a clean shirt to put on, and gave his hair a quick comb through with his fingers so it looked less slept on. Then plop, back on the bed beside Zaizen, cheesy smile ON and ready to ham it up for the camera. “Filter it so I don’t look dead.”
Zaizen nodded his head, leaning in and practically cuddling with Marui as he snapped a picture of the two of them together, looking like grand old pals.
Then he let go to start messing with the filters.
"Hm... you don't look too bad when you aren't in horrible pajamas, actually. I didn’t know anyone still slept in those, by the way." He raised a pierced eyebrow in Marui's direction. "Interesting taste."
“Hey, they’re linen. If you wore it you’d understand.” They were cool and breathable and Zaizen didn’t know shit about shit. “Besides, my roommate seems to get the hint better that I’m sleeping when I’m wearing them. They’re like having a sign without having a sign– hey, is that filter new? Ughhh I’ve been missing so much out here.”
"I just sleep in my underwear. Who cares what your roommate thinks." Zaizen started typing out a blog post to schedule for publication next month because why not? "And yeah, there's a lot to miss out on out here. But in five years I can retire to focus on my music, so it's worth it."
“It’s not just him, there’s lots of people who haven’t got the memo about leaving me alone when I’m sleeping. Plus, this way if I wake up and I’m hungry I don’t have to put on clothes before I go to the kitchen.” Because unfortunately, even simple things like that were taking their toll on Marui. He sighed a sad sigh. “I miss take-out so much. I still can’t believe you’re doing this voluntarily, selling out isn’t that bad. Must be a musician thing…”
Zaizen shrugged. It probably was a musician thing, though he knew plenty of others that had sold out. Maybe it was just because he was so devoted to his art. Well, whatever, he was here now.
"This is an adventure. I can blog about it, and draw from the experience for my music." Zaizen yawned. "Plus I know a bunch of people here, so it won't be boring... that reminds me, I want to see a picture of Kenya-san in his skirt. Do you have any?"
Boy did he ever. Marui grinned, and went to dig through his desk drawers. “Did you hear about the trading cards yet? The morale team went around taking pictures of everyone, and I–” he turned around, single card in hand, holding it up for Zaizen to see
, “–got Ken-chan’s SR.” Take a good look, Zaizen. That there was one of the most sought-after cards on the base.
Zaizen looked at the card, letting out a whistle at the quality of those legs. "Good to see that Kenya-san hasn't been slacking off since graduation."
Those were legs that he'd still love the chance to touch, even if he'd otherwise given up on ever being more than friends with the space cadet of a nurse.
"I can't believe you managed to get him in bed. I spent two years trying to seduce him and he never even noticed." Zaizen grumbled.
Marui looked smug and proud, and for once it was justified. “Haven’t you heard? I’m a genius. Sweet, innocent Ken-chan was no match for me.” Marui would appreciate the pain of having Kenya not notice for two whole years later, right now he was riding the high of succeeding at something Zaizen had failed at. “His legs are even nicer up close.” Oh yeah, he was rubbing it in.
Zaizen wasn't really that bothered. He'd given up on Kenya a good six years ago, so he was, well, over any lingering feelings for a guy who wasn't interested.
"I can see how you pulled it off though. You're outgoing and straightforward. And honestly not bad to look at." Zaizen commented. "And I've heard the rumors about how direct you are when it comes to sex."
That’s right Zaizen, keep feeding Marui compliments. “You can say ‘nice to look at’ instead of ‘not bad’, you know. But you know what Ken-chan’s like, right? You’ve gotta hit him in the face with stuff, hints don’t work.” Marui shrugged like it was nothing, a move calculated to show off because they both knew it was definitely something. “It’s not just him it works with, when you want something you gotta go get it. You should drop your too-cool-to-care persona and try it sometime. The results don’t lie.”
Zaizen rolled his eyes at his personality being called a persona, like it was some kind of act, but didn't let it bother him too much.
"Oh, I don't have any problem getting laid." He replied, smirking at Marui. "Usually I just have to ask someone if they're interested in checking to see where all fifteen of my piercings are... interested?"
Marui raised his eyebrows. Nice counter move, Zaizen. He contemplated for a moment, though he looked more like he was weighing a business deal than anything. “Sure, but my stamina is shit right now, you have to do the work.”
Zaizen was satisfied that his point has been made. "Oh yeah. The head injury. Maybe you should take a rain check for now then. You passing out while I fuck you would be a huge turn off."
Well, Marui was easy after all. He rolled his eyes at the shake off. "You'd have to suck really bad for me to pass out. Whatever. Show me some other time." As much as he hated to admit it, Marui was already getting a bit drowsy from the extended conversation. He flopped back onto his bed, curling up with his pillow. "I'm going back to sleep. You can get out now."
Zaizen looked amused at Marui clearly taking his advice and taking a rain check on the boning. "Yeah, let me know when you're feeling better. We can work on the song and... other stuff."
He started packing up all his stuff, not at all displeased with how this visit had gone. A collaboration and possible rebound sex sounded pretty good to him.
