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Lisa breathed in deeply, shoulders thrown back. She’d run all the way from her club room when it finished, muscles aching but mind active and near bursting with ideas to where she would be meeting with Roselia’s producer, Sophie.

The reason she wasn’t approaching the doorway was that she was giving herself a sniff test. She’d been working out! Nothing to be ashamed of, for sure, but she didn’t want to smell like a sweat rag while meeting semi-professionally.

One last time, she smoothed over her skirt and adjusted the straps of her custom-made tote bag before striding to the room she’d been told to go to by Sayo. She knocked on the doorframe cheekily, her smile just a little tired.

“Socchan, it’s so good to see you!” The brunette cheered, swooping into the otherwise empty room and delivering a pat on the cheek to the smaller girl before dragging a chair over so that she was sitting across the desk from the producer.

“I was worried that my club would take too long and you’d decide to go home, so thank you for your patience. How have you been?”

Swept off into the land of wonderment and distant lies, the producer had already been staring off into the window for a solid minute or two. Unbeknownst that the lady of her dreams had been nearby, her eyes slowly closed. Against her propped elbow, her cheek rests against her scarred hands. For once, a dreamy smile spread as she was already bobbin along to a naive dream that wasn’t at all possible for her – she’s an heiress, the eldest of three, a person who was meant to be grateful for where she’s stuck in.

Pap, pap– Reality gently drew her back into reality by a sudden tap against her warm flesh. The teenager shook her head as her fingers were already twirling through the loose brunette and silver locks hidden away in her loose braid. “Hm?” A melodic hum came from the seated as she finally turned her head, finding…

“Miss Imai?”

So her one wish, in all the times she had made them in her lifetime, was heard for once. Of all the ones to be granted, it had to be one that left her starkly red and burning upon the realization of contact. She straightened up in her seat, her arms flocking under the desk. Wait, wait, this wasn’t right– Sophie cleared out her throat, correcting it, “Imai-san!”

Abruptly, she sat up from her chair and organized through her papers, planner, and binders. Sophie organized them by height and stacked them on top of another, ensuring all papers were kept away and didn’t dare peek out.

“It’s not at a worry at all– it’s my job to be here and make sure everything’s fine,” assured the shorter brunette as she glanced over the figure of Lisa Imai and adjusted her own cardigan. God, she was probably disheveled and looking worse than the presentable and mature bassist.

“It is, however, wonderful to see you too.” Holding back her own questions, Sophie only felt the urge to strike her past self with a broom! Her planner this week had been feigning details for this week’s meetings and one had been with Lisa?! If that poor girl had to rush from her practice to here with such little time, what had she been thinking to arrange this or even AGREE to it!?

“I’ve been well, but, please, would you like a snack? I had overprepared for this meeting and might’ve made too many buns–” Sophie gestured towards the white box that had been towards the entrance of the spare classroom. “Would you like anything? Water, tea, coffee? There should be a machine on this campus.” Even if she had been a “for-hire” producer and over glorified assistant from her responsibilities, she still had to accommodate as if this was one of the many business meetings she attended and ran.

“Please help yourself in getting comfortable, I know how much responsibilities you have on your plate. All my time now is dedicated solely to you.”

Seeing Sophie go from spaced out and angelic-looking to flushed and scrambling for her papers was a memory Lisa would forever treasure. It was difficult to knock the heiress off-balance-- she was similar to Yukina in that regard which was probably why their relationship was almost painfully business-like.

“I’ll understand if you want to act professional, Socchan, but I would prefer if you called me something more familiar-- we’re the same age, after all!” Lisa pinched her own cheeks as if forcing herself to smile.

“Lisa-chan is fine, but Lisa-chii and Lisa-nee are more than fine if you catch my drift~.” She made an extra effort to speak casually, so to build a casual atmosphere, while examining the offered treats.

Instead of answering Sophie’s rapid-fire questions about food and drink, she reached into her tote bag and pulled out her thermos. It was full of a finely brewed and still hot berry tea.

“Feel free to get yourself something, though, hydration is important for overall health and skin quality! I’m not the only one with heaps of work to do.” The brunette shook her thermos and pursed her lips in what could have been a disapproving expression. Her status as a gyaru wasn’t forgettable, that was for sure.

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#[ oblivious lesbian lisa is the BEST lisa ]#madamhatter #l(i); thread #l(i); reply #thread; strawberry tart heart

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“Oh, she’s already here?!” Miss Hatter’s alert came from the sudden but soft rasping against the door to her cramped apartment. Admittedly, the appointment had slipped her mind and she assumed it to be later on her day off. Nothing about her at that moment screamed ‘ready” in terms of appearance. Though, she swallowed what little pride she ever had rushed past the living room from the kitchen to get towards the front door.

Within a minute or two, Miss Hatter quickly unlocked the door after double-checking through the peephole as to who it actually was at her door. Unlike the pristine Lisa Imai, Sophie Hatter had been in a light gray long sleeve, accompanied by her charcoal cardigan, and monochrome plaid pajama pants (and slippers included)! Pitting in her stomach was a full-course meal of shame and self-deprecation served by the inner critics of her mind.

Here she was, meaning to help formulate a plan for a famous bassist’s clothing ideas, giving her different color and material suggestions. But, she looked as if she pulled an all-nighter during her college years and wasn’t expecting anyone. To imply that she wasn’t ready for Lisa, god, that only threatened for an apologetic pout to appear.

“Good afternoon, Miss Imai,” Sophie cleared her throat and savored her anxiety for another day. “Do forgive my lack of professionalism – it has been a hectic day.” However, she shook her head and gestured her bandaged hand for the young lady. “Do come in, the dining room table is open for you and I everything set up. Would you like any refreshments?”

It took every ounce of self-control Lisa possessed not to wrap Sophie in a hug and drag her out for a girls day after seeing her. She was so cute, the musical brunette could just eat her up! Despite being younger, she felt like she was looking at Ako, or Rinko, her beloved underclassmen.

“Great to see you, Sophie! Pretty sure I told you to call me Lisa last time we spoke, though!” She waggled her finger at the older woman, faux pout dutifully rounding out her face.

“I don’t see how being overly professional benefits us with our arrangement, so be sure to call me Lisa, now! I don’t mind at all!”

Then, so it didn’t feel like she was a parent scolding her teenage daughter, Lisa smiled widely and slipped inside Sophie’s house, toeing her shoes off and resisting the urge to look for the slippers her apartment had by the door. Different slices for different spices.

“Thank you for offering but I’m fine for now! I was actually going to invite you out for some food after we finished, as a reward for a job well done, but seeing as you’re busy, I should probably ask, right? Do you think you’ll have time to pop out for a bite with me after we’re done?”

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#l(i); reply #l(i); thread #thread; food n fabrics #madamhatter #[ me casually writing lisa: you really are gay huh girl ]

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“Hmm–” Needlessly huffy in her checks and overbearingly concerned, the woman had been far too focused in her observations. However, the older wrinkled her nose. Nothing did seem out of the usual, meaning, her nerves would be able to rest for now. As her brows lowered in a quick skim of the shorter’s face, her lips drew in for concentration. ‘Alright, everything was fine,’ she noted. ‘I just had to double check.’

Drawing back her touch, the woman nodded at Miss Imai’s response; the fellow designer had a history of publicity and fanfare. That was the route of being a professional musician, was it not? It hadn’t varied as much from the other females in stardom she’d personally known, especially those dedicated to the idol subgenre. Though, Sophie Hatter couldn’t help but ponder back to memories–

“Pardon?” The brunette’s pupils grew as the mere utterance of what Lisa referred to her finally registered. Blankly, Sophie stared at the woman who decided to be cheeky. All that came from the long and silent gaze was only a larger predicament in her head – white noise disjointing her sense of concentration and organization.

What a title to say–All those personal encounters were slowly rolling back to her mind. Part of her felt the damning red begin at her cheeks and slowly consume her complexion. Memories were slowly reuniting Miss Hatter to many nights that she’d rather repress once more when speaking to someone. All of those matters, per her specialty, had been thoroughly sorted and pushed back.

Part of her wanted to run; she already felt that the obvious that was consuming her thoughts was legible. Bolt past the young lady, jump over the bushes and attempt to break her old school’s record would be a nice chance for avoidance. But, all the woman could do was suffer, and, suffer she must.

“In what state of mind did you think wording something like that was okay?” Miss Hatter whined as her brows lowered and eye contact was already lost. One deep breath in, one deep breath out. The woman pinched her elbow, trying to recalibrate herself once more. “And what are you even referring to?”

Ohhh, that was too precious! Lisa gave in to her instincts and reached out to cup Sophie’s cheeks in her luke-warm palms and fluttered her eyelashes, really hamming it up for the sake of more squeaks and blushes.

“Well, of course,” she decided a wink couldn’t hurt but stopped short of sticking her tongue out. She was at least slightly aware of her own feminine power.

“It means exactly how it sounds-- I’m now at your beck and call. At your service. A servant to your every whim, as promised by the auction! Doesn’t that sound... delightful?”

#fnpride #[ lisa; causing gay overloads since... birth. birth sounds about right ]#l(i); thread #l(i); reply #madamhatter

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ladylovinlisa · 6 years

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I’m tryina bump my activity up, so here’s a starter call for my darling, angel-like girl, Lisa! Capping at 3.

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@ladylovinlisa is requested on the stage! / x

“So, if I add the numbers together..” Twirling into the air was the aimless gesture of the 2nd year with her pencil leading off her thoughts. Idle in her contemplation, the student reclined back with her eyes glued to the pages on her blue translucent clipboard. Sophie chewed on her tongue, brows furrowing as she murmured numbers under her breath. “No, that’s not right!” Huffing a haughty breath, the teenager scratched along the margins of her lined paper. In a frustrated tap, she rewrote the numbers.

Revenues should’ve been easily finished versus semi-annual budget reviews that stacked high on her desk back home. However, with the cycle of overworking and exhaustion that came with being the eldest sister, she marred her own schedule and had to scuttle through the smallest gaps of free time to keep on task. “I should’ve done this so much earlier..” Sophie scolded herself under her breath as she rested the clipboard at the top of the table, along with her writing utensil. However, she took her pause in work to review the room.

Asides from her sitting at the back of the empty teacher’s desk that was close to the lawn-green chalkboard, the vacant classroom had been only occupied by slightly rusted music stands that were decades old and gracious space for instruments to be placed. A lengthy wooden table was also nearby the entrance of the classroom with a white box wrapped with gold and purple ribbon, along six chairs surrounding it. Those happened to be stolen from the neighboring class, but, no one had complained for about a month now. Truly, a small rebellious victory for Miss Hatter! In hindsight, it had been a rare moment of laziness that she didn’t return the chairs all that time ago.

What crowned the table was a box no bigger than the width of Miss Hatter’s chest. Strawberries and lemons scented the room and Sophie refrained from covering her nose. Had the smell been any stronger, her own nostrils would’ve been sugar coated! Despite her lack of appreciation in sugary delights, she was certain that the band members would’ve been delighted by the treats of encouragement – and also a sample of her home country. While Chelsea buns were notoriously sticky from the syrupy brown sugar center, the usual lemon zest in half of the buns was exchanged for strawberries. A bit of tartness from the lemon peel and tropical from the strawberries.

Alas, Sophie sat up from behind the teacher’s desk, her attention glancing back towards the doorway. Perhaps, her scheduling had been mediocre for the week and she’d been a day too early or too late. She shook her head from the doubt casted in her mind. Hopefully, any of them would’ve been arriving soon –… Maybe she was meant to be meeting someone privately, rather than the whole group? Unfortunately, in the rush of last week, her own planner was feigning details for this week’s meeting(s).

In earnest confidence – the rare moment she exuberated any –, it was towards others versus herself. She was hoping for a guarantee as to one particular member to arrive, one would’ve carried a guitar case/ If not, there were always the adorable pink bunny-earrings that she always had with her–.

It seems Sophie was caught up in fairytale land.

Lisa breathed in deeply, shoulders thrown back. She’d run all the way from her club room when it finished, muscles aching but mind active and near bursting with ideas to where she would be meeting with Roselia’s producer, Sophie.

The reason she wasn’t approaching the doorway was that she was giving herself a sniff test. She’d been working out! Nothing to be ashamed of, for sure, but she didn’t want to smell like a sweat rag while meeting semi-professionally.

One last time, she smoothed over her skirt and adjusted the straps of her custom-made tote bag before striding to the room she’d been told to go to by Sayo. She knocked on the doorframe cheekily, her smile just a little tired.

“Socchan, it’s so good to see you!” The brunette cheered, swooping into the otherwise empty room and delivering a pat on the cheek to the smaller girl before dragging a chair over so that she was sitting across the desk from the producer.

“I was worried that my club would take too long and you’d decide to go home, so thank you for your patience. How have you been?”

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#FN AU #l(i); bandori verse #madamhatter #l(i); thread #l(i); reply

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ladylovinlisa · 6 years

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Lisa was feeling extraordinary lucky. She’d had to face several counselors at school over her ambitions for education and work and hobbies.

They’d thought she would crumble under all the work, but she had dragged Roselia out from under their shells and into the spotlight as one, had similarly dragged out her talent with the bass through hard work, and if she did that she could do anything.

Including, apparently, work out a friendly relationship with a cute and talented and fairly well-known seamstress. Well, the cute part was a bonus, but her self-exploration demanded she acknowledge it.

Her notes in one hand and her phone in the other, Lisa gave herself a last look-over, evaluating her outfit (a rose-colored high-waisted skirt and white sleeveless blouse) and general appearance before knocking on Sophie Hatter’s door.

#thread; food n fabrics #madamhatter #l(i); thread #l(i); starter

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“That makes one of us, then,” murmured the brunette as she dug the back of her brown boot’s heel into the ground. However, at the thanks, she lifted her head and revealed a small smile. She shakes her head, dispelling the brief break from her facade. Though, the woman turned to her, gently placing her hands on her arms as she did a quick check.

“Are you doing alright, though? What are you planning to do after this?”

Lisa giggled while watching Sophie. It was difficult not to be fond of the older woman, and all her fussing and needless worrying only made the younger want to pat her cheeks and coo like an older sister might a rambunctious child.

“I’m fine- that wasn’t difficult at all!” She was warned ahead of time that she might get tired but it didn’t even come close to the amount of work she did in choreography lessons.

“I didn’t really have plans, aside from work my schedule is clear! Waiting for your commands, Mistress.” Ah, Lisa couldn’t help but tease a little bit.

#l(i); thread #l(i); reply #[ duly noted! ]

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@hori-rei liked for a starter!

Lisa wasn’t above visiting other agencies when she wasn’t studying, attending classes, or working. There wasn’t anything malicious in these visits, she wasn’t... scouting, or recruiting, mostly just taking in the... “competitoin”.

Plus, it was fun, giving out random encouragement and tips and receiving polite, confused, and sometimes annoyed acknolwedgement in return.

“That color looks good on you, but adjust the collar a bit, blondie!” She called out to one in particular who looked about ready to take part in a shoot.

#l(i); thread #l(i); starter #hori-rei #[ MISSED THIS BOY ]

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@agentlemagician liked for a starter!

Lisa was good with her hands. This wasn’t common knowledge, either, because she had a reputation to uphold and knitting didn’t really fit the image. Not that she was ashamed of it, it just... didn’t usually come up.

Even so, she could completely lose herself in an arts and crafts store. To the point where bumping into people wasn’t really surprising.

“Oops! Hah, sorry sir- Oh!” The person she’d bumped into was objectively gorgeous! The designer in her squeed like a little girl at the natural fall of his hair and the shape of his face.

“You should be a model, sir! Ah, that was bold, sorry, sorry, you’re just really aesthetically pleasing!”

#l(i); starter #l(i); thread #agentlemagician #[ god... tsumugi is so cute?? ]#[ unfair ]

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@xrxraka liked for a short starter!

Despite her indecision, Lisa liked Ouvara University. It was so different from school in Japan, from high school and middle school, and the change was refreshing now instead of intimidating.

She was a bit lonely though, but that was easily fixed! In fact, she was going to remedy that right now!

“‘Scuse me, dear, can I have a moment of your time?” Well aware that there was a fine line between friendly and intimidating, Lisa made sure to give the fellow brunette plenty of space and smiled brightly.

“If you’re busy I can be scarce, no fear!”

#l(i); thread #l(i); starter #xrxraka #[ s good to see you again lya!! ]

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