video ☠️☠️☠️ MTC IN THE BUILDING

[coasts]

[ It is time again for Samatoki to grace everyone's feeds with his stupid face. This post, however, does not start with it right away! In fact, it starts off with music, a chill guitar beat that goes on for a few bars. The video that goes along with it shows various roads and streets and other stock photos and videos of the city of Yokohama. Eventually, the rapping starts— Samatoki's voice cool and calm—until the chorus where Jyuto and Riou join him.

When the song "ends", the video shifts to Samatoki's face being way too close to the camera. He's still adjusting it! Once he's got that done, he moves to sit back on the couch where Jyuto and Riou are seated. ]

Yo, Lunatia. This is Mad Trigger Crew, representin' Yokohama. We ain't just a group of rappers; with our Hypnosis Mics, we fight for our lives and for territory.

The name's Mr.Hardcore, Samatoki Aohitsugi, [ Then he elbows Jyuto to introduce himself. Go on, bunny cop!! Jyuto doesn’t outwardly react to physical contact and only instead takes his cue to politely smile at the camera. He elegantly lifts a hand. ]

Sergeant of Yokohama's Organized Crime Control Department, Jyuto Iruma, aka 45 Rabbit. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[ And lastly, ]

I’m Crazy M.

[ Riou, who has been staying quiet in the background, simply says this. He’s not really the talkative type unless you get him drunk or it’s about something he’s enthusiastic about. ]

We're gonna be here for a while. Ask us anythin'.

[ The video ends. ASK THEM ANYTHING!!! ]

Comments

[ssrs]

... oh. Would he?

[ uwuuuuu ]

But you would too, right? Who else would you bother at like, six am? [ it was noon but whatever ]

[coasts]

I already got enough enemies, you piece of shit.

[ god... what he would do to be able to wring itaru's neck ]

Make yourself useful if you're gonna stay around!

[ssrs]

I'm not your enemy, y'know.

[ duh? he can't even rap so he can't be a proper rival -- ]

Hey, I am useful. I keep Riou-san company, and it's not as if I don't make any money. [ he huffs. ] You're the one disturbing the neighbors.

[coasts]

You guys are buds an' all, but what's in it for me?

[ Tell him, Itaru. Why does Samatoki have to keep you around, too? ]

[ssrs]

Why does it need to be profitable for you, too?

[ WHAT KIND OF LOGIC ]

What do you want me to say here? "I'll suck your dick during sanguis so please let me live"?

[coasts]

MTC's strong, but we wanna become stronger. Got anythin' up your sleeve that can get us to do that?

[ssrs]

Remind me why do I owe you free labor, again? All you do is threaten to kill me, and you don't even go through with it.

[ useless... at least remove him from this world coward ]

... though, I suppose if it helps Riou-san. [ since that's someone itaru actually owes a lot to.

sigh... fine. FINE. ]

Alright, I'll help out. [ he rubs his forehead, nose scrunched in thought. ] Your music's cool, but it's a little raw. Do you guys wanna release something concrete anytime soon? I can help with production. I can also handle online promos and setting up a website for you.

[ he's surprisingly good at editing stuff... anyway autotune time. ]

Also, let's work on your image. Jyuto-san is fine, but sometimes watching you and Riou-san dress yourself makes me want to die. [ even more. ]

[coasts]

[ Huh! Samatoki actually looks and sounds bewildered. Itaru can be serious when he wants to be??? ]

We're not idols, we don't release shit just 'cause we wanna... but I guess writin' stuff might be good so we don't get rusty.

[ Rap battles are always impromptu, after all. ]

You got experience with producin'— [ Wait. ] The hell's wrong with what I wear, ah!?

[ssrs]

[ HE'S AN ADULT OKAY even if he doesn't act like one most of the time... ]

Well, what do you want? Control? Influence? You can't get it if nobody knows your name. [ releasing something seems like the first step, really...

not to commercialize their music, or anything, but to let people know they exist? ]

The hawaiian shirts are killing me, man.

[coasts]

No point in controllin' this place— makes no sense. Guess just bein' known is enough.

[ It'll even show the other divisions a thing or two. ]

What? It's comfortable. You just got no taste.

[ssrs]

Just because it's comfortable doesn't mean it looks good. You're an old man in a hawaiian shirt and that's not a great image, y'know?

[ just a dad ready for the cookout... the only thing missing are the socks and sandals. ]

[coasts]

You really think this makes me look old? Was aimin' for the more relaxed look. I used to wear different stuff.

[ With his hair slicked back and all! You should have seen him, Itawoo. ]

[ssrs]

Oh yeah? What'd you use to wear? Maybe we should go back to that.

[ ugh show him sexy past sama-chan ]

[coasts]

A shirt, a leather jacket, black pants, an' boots.

[ He still sports it now, but not as often. ]

[ssrs]

[ that sounds... so much better than what he's wearing now? wtf? ]

... why'd you stop?

[coasts]

I still wear my hair back from time to time.

[ He shrugs, sounding nonchalant about all this. ]

An' that style's not fun anymore.

[ssrs]

So you'd rather dress like an old man?

[ strange choices... ]

Let me see it sometime. I'm curious.

[coasts]

This ain't old man fashion!

[ WHY CAN'T THIS GUY SHUT HIS MOUTH???? ]

... curious? Why's that?

[ssrs]

'coz I wanna see how Sama-chan looked before he begun the old man arc of his life.

[ BECAUSE!! ]

[coasts]

[ Hey, Itaru? Why are you such a little bitch? ]

How old're you anyway?! You're makin' it sound like I'm some kinda grandpa. I'm only 25!

[ssrs]

[ don't be mean, sama-chan!! ]

23. [ he answers, shrugging. he's younger... so it counts. ] You might be 25, but you dress at least ten years older. It's fine, though; we'll work on a better, casual style. How do you feel about pink?