"I know about the idol rules," he replied, shaking his head a bit as they waited for their food to be prepared. "The whole thing's...kind of depressing, really. So much work goes into creating this...image that may or may not be who a person really is. For marketing, and such. The whole 'no dating' thing is supposed to make you look more ~attainable~"
Taue sighed -- if there was anyone else who knew the pressures of walking an expected path, it was him.
"Part of why I never got into the whole idols thing like a lot of my friends. Makes me feel bad, somewhere deep down. Get the feeling I'd like the people they actually are more than what they're being made to portray." He thought for a moment about what Himeko would be made into, if her dream came true. He wasn't quite sure, but even having to have the thought saddened him.
Having to change to achieve one's dream was a non-starter for him, and the fact that so many people had to was a source of great sadness.
As she continued, the corner of his mouth quirked up. "Are you asking me to tease you more," he, well, teased. "I can handle that. I'll just stay away from the verboten "D" word."
Everything was about perception. A single idol was a more marketable idol -- never mind the fact that said idol could only date one person and the odds of her dating you were astronomical. It was...so unrealistic to his line of thinking, and yet it was worth altering the idol's life for?
Sometimes Taue wished he was in charge of things. Like Japan. Or the universe, to correct all of its silliness based on such niceities as perception.
Soon after that, he usually started wishing he hadn't been born in Japan.
He brightened, though, watching her stare at her beloved hot chocolate drink. His own food was ready soon after, and he took his tray and guided them over to a table in the far corner of the establishment -- better for discussing magical headgods and the like.
"We do," he replied, voice lower. "We know nothing, and I'd really like to know something if they're going to be sending us off on some crazy mission. It feels like a movie. Or a video game. Or something."
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Taue sighed -- if there was anyone else who knew the pressures of walking an expected path, it was him.
"Part of why I never got into the whole idols thing like a lot of my friends. Makes me feel bad, somewhere deep down. Get the feeling I'd like the people they actually are more than what they're being made to portray." He thought for a moment about what Himeko would be made into, if her dream came true. He wasn't quite sure, but even having to have the thought saddened him.
Having to change to achieve one's dream was a non-starter for him, and the fact that so many people had to was a source of great sadness.
As she continued, the corner of his mouth quirked up. "Are you asking me to tease you more," he, well, teased. "I can handle that. I'll just stay away from the verboten "D" word."
Everything was about perception. A single idol was a more marketable idol -- never mind the fact that said idol could only date one person and the odds of her dating you were astronomical. It was...so unrealistic to his line of thinking, and yet it was worth altering the idol's life for?
Sometimes Taue wished he was in charge of things. Like Japan. Or the universe, to correct all of its silliness based on such niceities as perception.
Soon after that, he usually started wishing he hadn't been born in Japan.
He brightened, though, watching her stare at her beloved hot chocolate drink. His own food was ready soon after, and he took his tray and guided them over to a table in the far corner of the establishment -- better for discussing magical headgods and the like.
"We do," he replied, voice lower. "We know nothing, and I'd really like to know something if they're going to be sending us off on some crazy mission. It feels like a movie. Or a video game. Or something."