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Tuxedo Mask and the search for paying work
A Drabble
"Yes! Yes! I have a new part!" Mamoru declared as he hurried inside the temple where the Sailor Moon cast usually met.
"What, aren't you already in Sailor Moon Crystal?" Usagi asked, concerned.
"For five minutes or less per episode," Rei snarked, "long enough to throw a rose and make a speech, basically."
"But they're GOOD speeches!" Usagi pouted.
Ami looked at him curiously, "What's the part?"
"I'm even in the TITLE!" Mamoru showed them the flier.
The girls looked at it, then at each other. It was clear they were trying to decide who got to tell him bad news.
"What?" a visibly deflated Mamoru asked.
"Endymion is the space elevator in the Magical Index series," Ami broke it to him, "not you. Sorry."
Mamoru slumped, defeated.
Usagi tried to cheer him up, "At least it's a compliment they named it after you!"
"I think I'll just go home, now," Mamoru left.
"Poor bastard," Mina said, at least wanting one line of dialog before the fic ended.
End.
"Hey! I never even got a line!" Makoto yelled.
Notes: Group of friends were goofing online about the A Certain Magical Index movie The Miracle of Endymion, inspiring this.