[It can't be Eichi. It just can't be. As he said to Leo once, Eichi doesn't belong here.
But those fingers tugging his wrist in a barely-there grasp sure feel real. And the sound of his name said in that voice sounds unmistakably like Eichi, too. His stomach knots with dread and he bursts out:]
Idiot!
[Why? Why, why, why is someone else from home here? Wearing swim trunks like he's on vacation? Hiyori shakes his head in disbelief and distress!]
You shouldn't be here. This place is awful. I know it looks like a fun beach party, but it's not like that at all. It's a place totally unfit for idols. Honestly, what were you thinking, leaving ES to come here? That's the worst idea you've ever had! Unless you were snatched out of bed like I was. Then I guess it's not your fault. But still...!
[The fruit skewers are totally forgotten. One of them, the one held by the hand that Eichi grabbed for, has fallen in the sand; the other one presses into his beach pants as he stands there with his hand on his hip, looking deeply dismayed.
Then Eichi says that last thing, and he's suddenly concerned for another reason. He blinks—only now does he take in the flushed, desperate look on Eichi's face, the weakened state he's in. And even after being in this place for months and knowing how it operates, Hiyori still manages to misdiagnose him.]
... are you in the middle of a heat stroke?
[Yep. Clearly that's what's going on here. Hiyori's stopped yelling and looks appropriately worried now, at least.]
You need to cool off or you'll die: that's what you're saying?
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But those fingers tugging his wrist in a barely-there grasp sure feel real. And the sound of his name said in that voice sounds unmistakably like Eichi, too. His stomach knots with dread and he bursts out:]
Idiot!
[Why? Why, why, why is someone else from home here? Wearing swim trunks like he's on vacation? Hiyori shakes his head in disbelief and distress!]
You shouldn't be here. This place is awful. I know it looks like a fun beach party, but it's not like that at all. It's a place totally unfit for idols. Honestly, what were you thinking, leaving ES to come here? That's the worst idea you've ever had! Unless you were snatched out of bed like I was. Then I guess it's not your fault. But still...!
[The fruit skewers are totally forgotten. One of them, the one held by the hand that Eichi grabbed for, has fallen in the sand; the other one presses into his beach pants as he stands there with his hand on his hip, looking deeply dismayed.
Then Eichi says that last thing, and he's suddenly concerned for another reason. He blinks—only now does he take in the flushed, desperate look on Eichi's face, the weakened state he's in. And even after being in this place for months and knowing how it operates, Hiyori still manages to misdiagnose him.]
... are you in the middle of a heat stroke?
[Yep. Clearly that's what's going on here. Hiyori's stopped yelling and looks appropriately worried now, at least.]
You need to cool off or you'll die: that's what you're saying?