That's what I just said, isn't it? A producer is someone who manages idols, so he should be able to access the information you need. Not that every producer has access to other agencies' records, of course, but mine is a bit... different.
[Saegusa Ibara isn't a typical producer. For one thing, he's sixteen years old. For another, he's in training to become an idol himself. And third of all, Hiyori is pretty sure he uses dirty tricks to do his job more efficiently: intercepting people's emails, spying on other agencies... he just seems to love that sort of thing, treating the industry like it's a warzone, and he's some sort of general. But there's no need to get into all that, and nor is there any need for Hiiro and Ibara to meet. Ibara would scold Hiyori, no doubt, for violating the school rules and taking in such a suspicious character. And as for Hiiro, who knows what sort of violent vocab he'd learn from that poisonous snake?
No, tomorrow he'll ask Ibara a simple question, and that'll be the end of things. Hiiro will learn his brother's whereabouts, and they'll be able to settle their little conflict face-to-face, or else he'll learn his brother isn't working as an idol at any of the major agencies, and he'll go off to search for him in some other location. Either way, Amagi Hiiro and his baffling attitude will be out of Hiyori's life soon enough.
He can't help but sigh a little again as Hiiro switches from talking about destruction to offering to help, all with a good-natured smile on his face. Really, where did he learn manners from?]
I'm the one who's so generously helping you. All you need to do is avoid causing me any trouble. So for now, why don't you just go to bed for the night? You're welcome to sleep on the couch if you prefer, but you'd probably be better off sleeping in a real bed. The bottom bunk is mine, which means you'd be using the top one.
[Here, he gestures to the bunk beds.]
Oh, but first, one more thing.
[Although his tone remains pleasant and conversational, Hiyori's gaze narrows as he locks eyes with Hiiro before speaking his next piece.]
I know you said you don't plan to harm me, and I do assume you meant it. But on the off-chance you are as violent as your speech suggests, don't even think about attacking me in my sleep. My family is powerful enough to employ groups of prviate lawyers, so if something were to happen to me, and it was found to be your fault, you will be sued into oblivion, which means your village might just sink into ruin.
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[Saegusa Ibara isn't a typical producer. For one thing, he's sixteen years old. For another, he's in training to become an idol himself. And third of all, Hiyori is pretty sure he uses dirty tricks to do his job more efficiently: intercepting people's emails, spying on other agencies... he just seems to love that sort of thing, treating the industry like it's a warzone, and he's some sort of general. But there's no need to get into all that, and nor is there any need for Hiiro and Ibara to meet. Ibara would scold Hiyori, no doubt, for violating the school rules and taking in such a suspicious character. And as for Hiiro, who knows what sort of violent vocab he'd learn from that poisonous snake?
No, tomorrow he'll ask Ibara a simple question, and that'll be the end of things. Hiiro will learn his brother's whereabouts, and they'll be able to settle their little conflict face-to-face, or else he'll learn his brother isn't working as an idol at any of the major agencies, and he'll go off to search for him in some other location. Either way, Amagi Hiiro and his baffling attitude will be out of Hiyori's life soon enough.
He can't help but sigh a little again as Hiiro switches from talking about destruction to offering to help, all with a good-natured smile on his face. Really, where did he learn manners from?]
I'm the one who's so generously helping you. All you need to do is avoid causing me any trouble. So for now, why don't you just go to bed for the night? You're welcome to sleep on the couch if you prefer, but you'd probably be better off sleeping in a real bed. The bottom bunk is mine, which means you'd be using the top one.
[Here, he gestures to the bunk beds.]
Oh, but first, one more thing.
[Although his tone remains pleasant and conversational, Hiyori's gaze narrows as he locks eyes with Hiiro before speaking his next piece.]
I know you said you don't plan to harm me, and I do assume you meant it. But on the off-chance you are as violent as your speech suggests, don't even think about attacking me in my sleep. My family is powerful enough to employ groups of prviate lawyers, so if something were to happen to me, and it was found to be your fault, you will be sued into oblivion, which means your village might just sink into ruin.
[Then he turns cheerful again as he asks,]
Got that? ♪