Two men sat at a large table. The light was dimmed, almost absent. The smell of cigarette filled the air, despite the open window.
The black, reflecting table was littered with documents and papers of all sorts. One of the men was tapping his fingers against said table, creating a repetitive drumming noise that echoed between the walls. That was the only sound present, aside from the vague noise from the construction site outside.
Neither spoke a word for a long time. Finally, one opened his mouth, and made a simple statement.
"They'll be a hit" that seemed to break the ice, as the second man immediately replied.
"Huge indeed!"
"Adorable twins, amazing voices that harmonize…"
"They will plow past all rivals"
"And they will grab the throne of music, right alongside Miku!" this time, the second man remained silent.
"Do you think…that they also need a favorite food?" he asked, finally. The other man shrugged.
"Well, Miku has a leek…it would be suitable"
"What could Len have…?"
"I don't know…banana" muttered the conversation starter.
"Ah, excellent choice!"
"Wait, what?"
"A yellow, healthy fruit, filled with energy! A great choice, my friend!"
"I didn't mean…"
"So it's settled; Len's favorite food is a banana!"
"But I meant…oh, fine"
"Brilliant choice…what should Rin have, as favorite fruit?"
"Orange"
"Orange?"
"Orange"
"…Why orange?"
"Why banana?"
"Ah, very well!"
Silence returned in the small, smoky room. Now that the matter was finished, they could leave, and tell their superiors about their choice.
But yet…something was missing.
"They need something…more"
"I feel the same…because they're two, and twice the hit, they need two things! But…what?"
"Maybe…not only a favorite food, but a favorite object!"
"Brilliant!"
"…"
"Well?"
"Well, what?"
"You came up with the brilliant banana and orange"
"Doesn't mean I'm a know-it-all"
"Hmm"
"You can also do some thinking"
"Are you calling me stupid?"
"Y-no"
"Hmm…"
"But I like the idea of a favorite object as well…"
"But what should it be…?"
"It…must have a certain elegance, like their voices…but it should be destructive, dangerous, as a sign to all rivals"
"You, my good sir, have yet again another great idea"
"I didn't find anything yet"
"I don't care"
"Mph"
"So, what shall it be?"
Right then, outside, they heard a desperate scream.
"HELP! RUNAWAY ROAD-ROLLER ON THE LOOSE!"
The two men looked at each other, both getting the same idea.
"Road-roller"
"Road-roller"
With that settled, both started stacking their documents. They left the room after smudging their cigarettes in the plate and closing the window.
