Try To Call You Every Day (I'm Rehearsing What To Say) \\ON HIATUS\\

chp 3

It's Friday, and Fyodor isn't sure why he's here.

Not just working at a dilapidated mall, but he's starting to wonder why he's even alive.

Mitsuoki's plan was just to go over to the beauty shop and ask for his name. Easy. Simple.

For someone with social skills. Most definitely not Fyodor. And it turns out that was just the basics of the plan.

"Okay," Mitsuoki started. "This is how it's gonna go. We just walk over there and you say that you need some makeup for your niece for her birthday and you don't know what to pick. She's sick and dying and it's her last wish. Sound good? Good!"

Fyodor was not good. "Do I have to mention her being sick? And whats this 'we' business about?"

Mitsuoki snorted and put his hands on his hips. "You think I'm gonna miss this? Nuh uh, man! This is legitimate entertainment."

Fyodor rolled his eyes. "Not very entertaining for me."

Mitsuoki laughed and gave Fyodor a shove in the direction of the beauty shop. "You got this man!"

"... Ehh.."

Fyodor supposed he had no choice but to play along with this. Whatever this was.

He started the seemingly long tread across the floor. (He realizes that its only about 4.5 meters, but that's beside the point.)

He shuffled nervously across the linoleum tile. Everything in him was screaming at him to stop. He considered it for a few seconds.

But there was a small voice in the back of his head. This could be your chance. It was almost drowned out by the louder more powerful noises. Almost.

He continued walking, albeit a little awkwardly. Mitsuoki noticed. Fyodor felt him clap his shoulder encouragingly. Damn, this kid is tall, he begrudgingly admitted in his mind.

After what felt like hours (it was really just a few seconds), they reached the correct shop. 

Fyodor felt as if he hadn't complained enough, so he let out a groan and pushed open the door.

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Nikolai's life was nice. He had a nice apartment, a nice job, and some nice friends. (If you could count two drunk lesbians as nice friends.) Though in all seriousness, Kouyou and Yosano are great. They had helped him get this job actually. Fresh out of college (he dropped out after a year) and nothing better to do, he wanted to get a job.

He had gone to the mall to pick up some things and met Yosano.

Okay, it wasn't that simple. He had walked past the spa/makeup store and realized he needed a haircut. Just a little trim. Yosano was the one who did it, and as she was cutting off the dead ends, they talked. About what, he couldn't remember. He vaguely recalled saying how he was good with makeup and styling, he just hadn't had enough time in college.

When Yosano proposed working with her there, he accepted without a second thought. He met Kouyou on his first day of work. He hasn't regretted any second of it. He hasn't looked back. He loved working with them.

Oh, there's also a really cute boy that works across from him.

Ever since Nikolai brought up the boy, Kouyou and Yosano would not stop teasing him. Every single day they'd ask him, 'How's Crush-kun doing?' or 'Did you finally work up the courage to ask Crush-kun out?'

He can't escape it. Especially when said Crush-kun is walking towards the store. Right. Now. (He's very disappointed at the fact that he actually refers to him as Crush-kun in his head.)