melodiesofkupo | Video [With bonus linkshell issues]

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[Hey, it's some guy standing in his bedroom wearing street clothes. But in the next moment, with a rush of power, he's adorned in a set of armor. It's a mingling of steel plating, chain, and coarse fur draped over the shoulders, topping a cloak down the back. The giant hammer was lifted, swung like it weighed nothing, and settled against the fur-covered pauldron. The grin he gave the camera was pretty toothy.]

Yo! Name's Kanji. I said I'd go all out and be myself, so here I am.

I make stuff! Y'know, dolls, knit blankets, a whole bunch of cute shit. And there ain't a damn thing wrong with that, y'hear me? But I'm officially offering my services in makin' stuff like that for... y'know, birthdays or whatever.

But this right here's my gear for my Berserker Asterisk, and I can put somethin' together for you guys, too. I'm takin' commissions for job outfits, either to make 'em myself or work up design sketches to have made later once your mind's all made up.

...Uhhh... [He paused, and his expression faltered as he tried to think of something. Then a gloved hand went to mess with his hair as he gave a small, unsure growl in his throat. He had to be forgetting something, and it wasn't coming to mind.]

Yeah, I think that's it? Never advertised before. But I gave it a good shot.

[He nodded to someone off-camera, and the feed cuts.]

[An hour or so later, it's time for a private message. However, it was a technical oversight sort of evening. In contrast to the guy showing up earlier with slangy, slouchy confidence, he seemed a bit fidgety this time around.]

Y-... yo, Naoto! So this ain't a huge deal, but I'm almost done with your birthday present and I, uh... I need to make sure it fits. Normally the person would put the stuff on and see if somethin' needs to be looser or tighter and I'd just fix it no problem, but I wanna keep the final outfit a complete surprise.

So that means... w-well, it... that means I'd...

[His eyes turned away from the camera, his face an awkward pink.]

I-I need to take a couple measurements later if- if that's cool with you!

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I see...

Very well. We'll be home momentarily.

Roger that, kupo!

Now see, Kanji? Was that so hard? Get your head out of the sink- you'll make a mess, kupopohhh...

[And that, as they say, is that on this line.]

...

[Yeah, going to close the iMog and get going before Kanji drowned himself.]

[YOU CAN'T TELL A TATSUMI WHAT TO DO. If a man wanted to run cold water over his head, he could! Drowning wasn't in his itinerary, despite the fretting moogle fluttering back and forth in the kitchen.]

What's done is done, kupo! A glitch happens in every system! Though...

[A rumormonger like Suzette wondered if the rumblings of dissatisfaction in Yun'Ashia's got anything to do with the hiccup. But the office was too far away! Best not to fill the humans in on this unless it was something more dire than a simple whoopsie.]

Well, it doesn't matter. Ku-poh! Heads up, poms up! I hear footsteps! You wanted to make her gift the perfect size, right??

[Briefly, Naoto knocked to warn she had arrived before opening the door. Cristo entered first, peeking into the kitchen before floating back to Naoto to inform her he wasn't drowning himself, he was onto in the kitchen sink.]

[She decided to settle herself in the living room and give Kanji time to dry himself off.]

[She'd be waiting a while, before he would step into the living room at Suzette's insistence. The towel at his shoulders helped gather the water that slowly dribbled from weighed-down hair.

Rather than babble, Kanji let his hands hang at his sides, clenched. His jaw set as he wasn't looking at her.]

...Sorry, Naoto.

[She had begun reading while waiting, going through a book she stored on her iMog to avoid any other network complications. When Kanji entered, she looked up... and shook her head.]

It's quite alright, Kanji-kun. Technical difficulties are beyond your control.

[He deflated a notch, but turned his focus to the floor.]

Yeah, but... hell of a time to have one. H-how can ya be so cool about it?

I- shit- who knows if this is gonna be a thing that happens a lot? I don't even trust the stupid linkshells anymore!

To be fair, it could have been worse. You could have admitted some personal secret now.

[Just asking for her measurements was tame.]

I certainly hope it's not. Fortunately, Cristo is fine with delivering letters and notes.

Like your third eye, kufufu...

[He passed a frown Suzette's way, and she awkwardly hovered back around a corner.]

Yeah. I think Suzette's gonna be put to work instead of pickin' off my plates and calling me all those names for a while. I swear to god, it's like havin' a fluffy, flying Rise within arm's reach at all times...

[But he folded his arms and shifted where he stood.]

E-either way, I just need a trunk and an inseam measure later... it hit me pretty late into makin' this thing that you're gonna be movin' around a lot in it, so it needs to be less "fitted" and more open for movement without bein' baggy.

... Now that you've said that, that seems like an almost apt description.

[Marking her spot, she closed the book.]

Very well. Shall we go into your room to take these measurements?

[He stiffened up.]

Oh... uh, r-right now?

[Oh god. Oh god, she was asking to go to his room. Was it clean? Sure. Was his present to her in there? Um, yeah. Wow, he'd never had anybody hang out in his room before. Not for years...]

I-I NEED TO HIDE THE STUFF. G-GIMME TWO MINUTES.

[He all but vaulted over the coffee table to get to his room to go hide everything. Suzette's tiny paws on her hips, she shook her head.]

For kupo's sake, is he ALWAYS like this?

[Blinking, she slowly nodded.]

Alright.

[There was no need to vault the table, but he did and - well - he was gone. Looking over at Suzette, she nodded.]

Not always. Usually around me...

Makes you wonderrr, kufufuuu...

[Really, girl, this friend of yours was subtle as a behemoth. How??

Pay no attention to doors slamming and a lot of commotion from that bedroom.]

[Welcome to hell Suzette as Naoto gave a questioning look.]

Wonder?

[However, she was easily drawn away from the conversation by the commotion.]

[A commotion that lasted another minute. Then, silence.]

Okay! Ready! And hang up your coat!

[Exchanging one more look with Suzette, Naoto headed to her room and hung up her coat there. Once she was sure it wasn't going to fall from her chair, she crossed from her room to Kanji's room, knocking on the door.]

You're positive you're ready?

[Suzette just masked her face with her fan, snickering. This poor woman...]

Y-yeah, totally ready! All the work's just made my place messy and I wanted it nice is all!

[Well, he said he's ready. So, slowly, Naoto opened the door and stepped inside. She was down to her dress shirt beneath, but nothing major... should be fine, right?]

Which measurements do you require?

[Perhaps she'd wonder what sort of mess the room once was, because this wasn't typical of a boy's room. Either his mother was a stickler for making sure his spaces were clean, or he'd simply been a bit of a neat freak. Then again, considering how clean the house was now, especially after they'd first moved in and noted the fine layer of dust...

Kanji was unrolling his measuring tape, but froze. Fidgeting with it now, he gestured to his chest first.]

Uh, t-trunk... so it ain't squashin' your- s-so you can move around in it and still breathe when it bunches up a bit...

[Then he lowered it to his fly.]

Then an inseam, so... wh-where the base is here, down to the end of the pant leg. I notice ya roll up the bottom hems a lot so I'm gonna go for a boot cut but pull it back a bit so it ain't ridin' up on your ankles when ya walk.

[He sighed and rubbed the back of his head.]

Yeah. I thought about like, wearin' a blindfold or somethin' along those lines, but that's... haha, dumb...

[He closed his eyes and planted his fists on his hips, tapping a foot. Be true to yourself. Be honest.]

B-but I guess I got scared as hell when that came out all public because a big part of that Secret Lab back then was about your body, and how embarrassed and angry ya were with how people treated ya for it. I didn't wanna add to that. Shit, I know how that is, and how people get when ya look... "not what people expect", to 'em.

[Considering the state of his room for a moment, Naoto had to wonder what all the rummaging about previously had been. It just didn't seem like there was anything that would make so much noise even how it was organized now.]

[Quietly, she listened to him explain what he needed and what he intended to do. It was all sound and a boot cut sounded good for the pant legs he was making.]

... Alright.

[She'd gotten measurements before so this wouldn't be anything different or strange... well, not too strange. It was her first time being measured by Kanji and not some tailor whom she'd see regularly and also be living with for a while.]

A blindfold would've complicated matters...

[The point of measuring was to get the numbers for his use. That, and it would be difficult to measure herself and guide him to help.]

Oh... That's very considerate of you, Kanji-kun. [It really was... but it would be just like him to consider that.] I'll be fine though. It's a different world and I would expect people to not carry the same opinions. And if they choose to, then they're not worth my time.

[What some people said didn't help matters any. Why's everybody gotta be so weird about it? But it was good to hear it from her, that there was no harm and no foul. His own hesitations aside, if he didn't do this, then there was a good chance the outfit wouldn't fit right. He knew how she moved in battle...]

You're right. They're not.

[He lifted his gaze and gestured to a polished foot stool, upholstered with the design of a forest hiding many little blue creatures holding various types of berries in their mouths.]

A'right... get on the carbuncles. This'll just take a sec.

[Watching him, she had to double take at the stool... and stare at the blue creatures decorating it.]

... Carbuncles?

[She stepped on the stool, still peering down at it however. It was the first she'd heard of the blue animals.]

Yeah! I got a little book about 'em from somebody in the Summoner's Guild when I peeked in. They're little summon spirits that cast magic shields and stuff. They have gems in their foreheads and they come in all kinds of colors. Some old stories say they like to eat rubies.

I got plans to make a friggin' pile of plush carbuncles. Like, life sized, so they're extra cuddly. They're almost as big as a small dog.

[Talking helped, for him anyway. He stepped behind her and looped the tape measure around her ribcage, trying to be as discreet as possible.]

Thought about moogles, too, but Suzette just gets all huffy.

Interesting. I guess I was examining the other Eidolons that I missed the part about Carbuncles...

[They hadn't been featured on the walls with the larger ones. How strange...]

I see. I'm sure they're been popular, and with the right materials, they'll be gone quickly.

[Naoto remained still for the measurements, a little more aware than Kanji might want her to be.]

She did? Did you ever ask why?

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