What if we were together? j/k, j/k...unless-

[shonenjump]

"FAKE" FAKE DATING MEME aka 'fake turned real' Whether you're trying to make someone else jealous, trying to save a stranger from a creep on the subway, doing a spy mission, running a con, trying to get your parents off your back about being single at a holiday dinner, or any number of other reasons, fake relationships are a hugely popular trope. From there, the hook that sinks downward is that the best laid plans go awry; what started off as pretend turns all too real. Of course, that'd never happen to you, right? ...rrrrrriiiiight? • Top level your character. Include any details you might think are relevant. • Reply to other people's top levels! • Have fun!

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[mewtation]

[ thankfully, Lucky (and what kind of an ironic name is that for a nekomata) was absolutely the right choice for a partner-in-crime. despite the fact that the two of them should by all rights be on opposing sides, he hadn't so much as hesitated when Waka had called in his favor, and has so far expressed no shame and no compunctions about acting the role of his extremely enamoured paramour as convincingly as possible.

...unfortunately, this has caused some slight complications. ]

While I'm sorry your plan hasn't entirely worked for removing attention from you, I can't entirely regret that. I've never had a fanclub before.

[ because what else would happen when you put two attractive flirts very visibly together?

and of course, he doesn't actually "sound" sorry at all. he certainly doesn't look it, having stolen every soft thing present in the inn room they're currently staying in to sprawl out on. ]

[prophecying]

[ Waka is no stranger to admirers, and he supposes that was part of the initial problem. Whenever business was dropped in meetings that were supposed to be nothing but, social pleasantries kept reminding him how handsome he is, how he'd have no trouble picking anyone he wants, what adorable children he'd make!

Not that he has any qualms about being reminded what a beautiful man he is at any given moment, but everything else started grating on his nerves.

So, he thought, a temporary partner is in order. Someone who won't make the arrangement too personal, but also won't be such a bore as to make the whole thing unbearable. Not to mention someone city officials won't see every day and harass once it comes to an end. Lucky really was the perfect choice. ]

There won't be polite platitudes once this is over, there will be outright mourning. [ ...Or so Waka thought.

There's a theatrical sigh as he finally lets his hair down for the evening, plopping himself down in front of a mirror. (Without a mat for cushioning, now.) ]

I should have known better, really. Suppose I've been relying too much on finicky visions as of late.

[mewtation]

Only for the length of time it takes to realize that one or both of us are available to court.

[ his tone is slyly amused as he watches Waka settle and squints his eyes shut, rolling over onto his back to ostentatiously stretch his hind legs out... and then gets up to come over and flop into a loose curve a little bit off to his side, directly on the floor. why did he even take all the cushions. ]

It does seem unwise to rely on them for the more day-to-day decisions... but I am no prophet, of course. Even a cat's wisdom doesn't extend to accounting for oracles.

[prophecying]

The trouble is I didn't have any in regards to this. If I could magic up love life prophecies on a whim I imagine there would be a very different problem.

[ Lucky gets a wry look when he leaves the comfort of the pillow pile, that exact question running through Waka's head whether he says it or not. Which he doesn't, not for now, instead getting on with finding his comb. ]

Though I don't need a vision to know they'll all be after you first.

[mewtation]

[ he's just going to wait for Waka to get frustrated enough with looking to turn back to him before offering it, because of course he has it. cats. ]

I am rather striking, no matter what appearance I take.

[ cats! ]

[prophecying]

[ Cats. There's a moment of 'should have known' as Waka's eyes go from the comb to Lucky's face, delicately plucking it up but not turning to look away just yet. ]

That you are. And you've the added mystique of being a stranger here. Aristocrats love nothing more than fuel for gossip, and your mere existence has offered quite the kindling.