Concert on Retrostar
Miyuki, naturally being the tallest girl in the room once more as far as she could see, had no problems looking over the heads of the other girls to put on her makeup in the mirror. It wasn’t exactly a hard task for her, due to Miyuki being the type who disliked makeup and tried to put on the bare minimum in order to make the staff happy. Therefore, it took her about all of five minutes to finish up and move aside. She sighed. Being tall had it’s advantages, but she still didn’t like standing out so much. She had had a little growth spurt during her time with 0048, and she towered over the other girls now at almost six feet, which she had an uncomfortable feeling was very unnatural for a girl, no matter how the others tried to tell her that her height was a good thing.
She sat down in the corner of the room, going over the moves to Oogoe Diamond in her head as she hummed the tune. It was the one song she was centre in, and that in itself had her excited beyond measure - it was well known that Jurina had broken out into the spotlight and established herself through Oogoe Diamond, and Miyuki, wanting to succeed Jurina, was determined to do the same. Her concentration was broken by a familiar flicker in the corner of her eye, which turned out to be, as she suspected, Tochi’s kirara. Expectantly, the owner closely followed, as though frantically searching for something. Miyuki smiled to herself - she had noticed Tochi’s efforts in trying to get a place in front of the mirrors to herself. They had been amusing, to say the least. Now that she had finally managed to secure a position, she appeared to have lost something. Miyuki blinked as Tochi turned around and shouted at her.
“W-what can’t you find?” Miyuki asked, half-amused, half-worried about the frantic expression on Tochi’s face.
“My hairclip!” Tochi wailed, looking fairly devastated despite having plenty of extras, “I think I might have dropped it somewhere, but I don’t know where- and I can’t go out on stage without it!” she insisted.
“It matches my outfits- it’s part of the outfit, even,” she continued, “Performing without it will just throw everything all out of whack… It’s like, my charm point! My key feature!”
She might have been stretching that last part just a little. This wasn’t a video game, after all, though Tochi sometimes tended to think in visual novel and jrpg terms. Beside her, Pico Mari floated about uselessly in the air, as if to say ‘Don’t look at me- she’s crazy’.
Miyuki had to stifle a giggle as Tochi went and rambled on about her hairclip. Among the girls in the changing room, Miyuki was one of the only ones who had finished much earlier than anyone else - but rather than it being the speed and experience of a veteran, it was more the carelessness and ‘whatever’ attitude that Miyuki had regarding makeup and her general outfit. As long as she could dance in it and it looked cute on her, she didn’t mind what she was wearing, much less what matched what.
She stood up on tiptoes and looked over the heads of the other girls - an easy job for her, even on flat footing - looking for said hairclip. She assumed it was the type that Tochi always wore, and that Miyuki was familiar with seeing on the other girl; however, Miyuki’s memory was fuzzy in that department and the huge array of hairclips scattered about the room certainly didn’t help her cause. She sighed. "What colour was it? I can help you look for it. Make my freakish height actually be useful for once.”
