Shuichi didn’t notice if he mucked up his English or not. He was preoccupied by the large, salt-water tank. HIppo tangs and clown fish danced in schools, and bundles of anemone yawned into gentle laps of water with brilliant colors. Pulling himself out of his fascination with the tank, he huffed at his producer. “I’m not a kid! … And this place is fine. It’s nice.” He muttered.
{❄} “Calm down, I didn’t call you one.” He laughed, “You’re technically an adult, so I’ll technically treat you like one.” He sipped his tea, watching the younger man carefully for any kind of reaction. “I’m afraid I forgot your lyrics, and my notes- we’ll have to find something else to talk about.” He finished his tea, leaving it at the edge of the table.
"Take your time, I usually spend at least three hours for dinner, so don’t feel rushed.” He assured, “You have all the time you’d like.”
“I’m not technically anything. I am an adult.” Shuichi scoffed under his breath, but he didn’t make more of a fuss about it. But when his producer said he’d forgotten the lyrics, he blinked and looked up at him. “E-Eh? What do you mean you forgot! Isn’t that why we’re meeting in the first place?"
This guy was so strange. If they weren’t meeting for work, then why did he invite him along in the first place?! And how the hell could someone spend three hours having dinner?!
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