Intro. “HARUMASASAMA!”
Except that would leave his dear proxy friend to fend for himself. Even now Wise looks adorably confused at the sudden shouts, looking over his shoulder to see the oncoming stampede. Harumasa has no problem abandoning people to save his own ass – but Wise had so nicely asked if he was free today, which he was!
…after submitting a sick day request right after receiving the proxy’s text message.
And he would feel horrible if Wise didn’t get to look upon his handsome visage!
He thought he would be safe on Sixth Street, away from headquarters and where his most fervent stalke— er, members of his fan club, usually stood around, waiting for him. But from where his palms grow sweaty as they let go of the joysticks of the arcade game, he knows –
—they have found him.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he says as he turns to greet them, slipping on the old mask of like