question starters

' where did you get that? ' ' did that hurt? ' ' have you tried that before? ' ' are you alright? ' ' are you crying? ' ' is that yours? ' ' do you want some? ' ' are you ticklish? ' ' are you going to finish that? ' ' where have you been? ' ' did you sleep? ' ' did you eat? ' ' are you upset? ' ' have we met? ' ' can you get it for me? ' ' do you want to do it together? ' ' is this seat taken? ' ' can i stay with you? ' ' can i hold your hand? ' ' can you tell me a story? ' ' are you blushing? ' ' did i wake you up? ' ' did you make this for me? '

Don't mind him...

Electric Dragon, Ginza 銀座

“...It’s way too quiet, what’s wrong?”

As soon as February hits....

“My holiday month.”

Light pained sounds in background-

Please tell him nothing happened while Ginza was basically isolated again-

“I like birds too”

“Why do you like them?”

“Because they can fly away when things get too crazy, I guess”

“...It is, at this point, some sort of tradition to adopt others if you are either a Composer or a Producer.”

Case in point, he adopted three siblings.

She’s been making crane origami for about....An hour. 

The Conductor slouching in her chair, ignoring those around her as the table in front of her had piles of paper cranes. Fingers folding creases perfectly and tucking in the paper in ways as the small birds formed in her hands.

Miu paused, the dark gray origami paper folded in half before she slowly crushed it into her fist...

@leoxcantus liked for a starter!

“...Pardon me, but...Do you know where exactly I can head to Tokyu Plaza?” 

In Aoi’s hand there is his cell phone, but the Ginza Composer was completely lost. Sure he had come to Shibuya before, but through means that didn’t require him to physically go on foot and train. The very last time he even came to Shibuya before he turned into a Composer had been years ago, and...Now he was really lost to how much it changed without his usual means to get to where he needed.

It was just a quick errand for Miu, but now he was doubting himself to really find the shop he had to go to for her.

So, here he was in the middle of the crowds in the crossing before turning his head and lightly tapping on the shoulder of someone to ask where he had to go.

“Sorry, my phone’s like...Lagging or something, but do you know...Where to go?”

@falseapostle​ continuing from here.

“...Surprised you remembered Abe-san.”

Kenzo doesn’t walk forward to the other, opting to instead watch him from his current distance. Ginza had fallen back to its normal flow...With adjustments, and all of them had felt a bit safe to fall into their newest routine.

The younger Producer only shrugged, “Wouldn’t say that, but you’ve definitely looked...Less put together compared to our last conversation.” Now that he’s actually seeing Haruto, Kenzo can already sense some feelings of a change in the other. 

Even in Ginza, Kenzo kept an ear out to the outside wards...

His lips twitch as he leans back against the wall, slouching as his hands settled into the pockets of his cardigan. “I heard you were residing in Shinjuku...Had to confirm. You did create quite a stir...”

“....I’ve kept my mouth shut, I’ll continue keeping it shut. Just keep the dirty to yourself at a minimum jeez...”