Connection

Pinky Swear

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"I'll be the one to marry you! I promise!"
"Why would I marry you..?"
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Vox stared at the photo his Mother had taken years ago. He reminisced in the memory he had of him and his best friend, Ike Eveland, had in the past. They had been playing in a flower field when Vox told Ike to hold his hand out for a second. There, he tied their strings together and told Ike that he would take his hand one day. Ike stared at him and soon contorted his face into a cringe. He asked "Why would I marry you?" and Vox was in tears. He sobbed on the ground as Ike stared at him weirdly. He chuckled as he placed the picture back onto the dusty dresser it stood on. Soon his doorbell rang and he scrambled to the mirror, fixing himself up. He looked once more until he answered the door. There stood his gorgeous blue tipped friend. He stared at him for less than a second before inviting him into his apartment.

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"Hey Ike! C..Come in! Haha.." he steps out of the doorway, allowing Ike to enter. After Ike had taken off his shoes, Vox took his jacket from him and hanged it up. Vox's eyes lingered on Ike as he moved, his red string starting to quiver from his nervousness.
"Hello Vox. Thank you for taking my coat. I brought some honey chicken! I figured your stream went on for a bit too long so you didn't have time to cook." Ike smiled warmly, placing the chicken on the counter. His string stayed still, unmoving.
Both he and Vox joined an entertainment agency which required them to record and stream. Nijisanji Debuts their talents in "waves". He was fortunate enough to be put in the same one as Ike. The company was called Nijisanji, they were in the English Branch. From their job not only did they meet new people, but they also grew closer. This delighted Vox because of how comfortable his long-term crush had gotten with him.
"Aww you're so thoughtful. You really are wife material..~" Vox flirtatiously comments. This makes Ike's ears go red, his string glowing a deep scarlet colour. Vox proceeded to escort Ike into the living room, there he set out a few cans of beer to go with their honey chicken.
"Hey Vox, have you heard what Management was trying to set up?" Ike said as he took a bite into his chicken.
"Set up? The last thing I've remembered Management telling me was that I should pay more attention to our meetings instead of playing Minecraft." Vox who was completely oblivious stated as he sipped his beer.
"You know the purple headed streamer that recently went viral?"
"Uki Violeta? He's the one joining our company right? I've seen tweets about him all over my feed. I guess I can't blame people since he is pretty."
"No not Uki.. His name is Shoto. Heard of him? He went viral for his gym videos. Here's what Manager-San sent me." Ike leaned towards the other, showing his phone to Vox. Vox stared as Ike leaned towards him, practically touching his arm as his cheeks started to flush red. At this point his string was going haywire. The video shown on his phone was of a man with a well-built figure in grey sweatpants and a black compression shirt. It hugged his biceps nicely, showing every definition of his body. The grey sweatpants hid nothing as Vox stared for a moment. He was wearing a mask to hide his face from everyone else, so Vox wasn't able to get a good look at him.
"Ok.. what is Management planning with him?"
"They're trying to set up a full collab with Luxiem. Since Luxiem has been branded as the "all boys wave", they're trying to milk out as much fan service they can with our wave. Since Shoto had blown up for having a good body and a soothing voice, they felt like the fans would love it."
"His voice? Is it nice?"
"I think he does, I tuned into one of his streams and he has a very soothing tone. I mean you'll hear his voice when we have the meeting tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Vox shot up and yelled. He quickly composed himself. "U..Um.. sorry..."
"This is why Manager-San told you to pay attention more.. We have a meeting with our wave and Shoto tomorrow at 9:00am. Don't be late."

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