Mikuo whimpered loudly at Luki's harsh tone, his kitty ears pressing flat down against his skull and tail moving between his legs.

Luki's expression softened just slightly, but he didn't look very amused. ".. Really. You can't be serious." He looked between the two agents. "Is this some kind of shitty joke? 'Cause it's sure as hell not funny." The dead silence minus Mikuo's small squeaks was enough to answer his question. ".. Fine." the Megurine snapped, glaring mainly at Mikuo's greasy agent. "What are we singing?"

The greaseball grinned nervously, running his hands through his hair again as he pulled out a slightly crumpled paper. .. Probably leaving oily grease marks from his hands. Luki snatched it from him and took off his sunglasses, beginning to read it with a sour expression.

Mikuo stared, his face warming up to a soft pink - which could possibly be blamed on the hot stage lights. He had to admit.. despite the Megurine screwing up his face in some sort of form of absolute disgust, he was pretty. The Hatsune paused mentally, was 'pretty' the right word? Mikuo nodded a bit to himself. It wasn't better described any other way. Despite his six-foot frame, Luki had soft pink hair, like some child's precious cotton candy at a fair. .. Oh, he wanted to touch it. It looked soft. The Hatsune liked soft things, you see. And then, there was his eyes. Mikuo had never seen anything like them - they were even slightly different than Luka's. A bright, ice blue. As if small shards of ice were placed directly into his eyes when he was made at Crypton. .. And his-

Mikuo's train of thought was interrupted when Luki looked up and glared. "What kind of song is this?" he demanded, brandishing the paper. "'And instead I'll press my lips against yours'..? I don't have to kiss him, do I?" the ninja questioned, handing the paper roughly back to Mikuo's agent.

"It's called 'Magnet'.. and well, maybe jus' one or two.." Luki cut across him and growled, "No!" ".. Stage kisses." the agent finished.

"Stage kisses?" Luki repeated in a dull tone, eying Mikuo wearily. The Hatsune turned pinker, imagining this. He.. wouldn't really have to kiss Luki, would he? He didn't know if he could sing and do that on stage. He'd lose his voice completely.

The agent nodded, tugging at his collar nervously. His face was shining with sweat - this deal was going to make them, no him a lot of money. He couldn't let Luki refuse. "It's what the fans want these days.."

Luki's agent turned to him and nodded. "What do they call it? 'Boy love'? Anyways. Girls eat it up like candy." He elbowed the Megurine. "You can do it." Luki scowled. The prospect of kissing Mikuo.. didn't totally not appeal to him, now that he thought about it.. but the ninja had always been weary of love. It never worked out for him. Ever. Maybe it was his sour attitude or how he was all around displeasing eighty-percent of the time, who knows. It just didn't work. Not to mention he certainly wouldn't look manly around.. ugh. He didn't even know how to describe this thing in front of him. .. Cute?

".. Fine." the pink-haired male grumped, frowning. "But I better fucking be getting paid." Mikuo winced at the swear word and what else was coming out of his mouth. .. Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea, if it was so unappealing to Luki. If he was so unappealing to Luki.

Mikuo's agent began fantasizing outloud about merchandise, and soon, Luki's agent began discussing with him in a hushed, excited tone - the two of them leaving Mikuo and Luki behind.

The Hatsune shivered nervously, staring up at Luki with wide eyes.

The Megurine just scowled and crouched down, putting his face in Mikuo's. ".. I know your type. You think you're so cute." He rolled his eyes and jabbed him in the chest. "Don't think that'll be getting you all the profits. I get sixty-percent. You hear me, kid? Sixty."

Mikuo thought he understood why Miku said he was mean now, and quite frankly, he was frightened.. especially being only five-foot. ".. S-s-sure..! Anything y-you w-w-want..!" he squeaked hoarsely, taking a shaky step back.

Luki straightened up, a sly smirk working its way onto his lips as he ruffled Mikuo's hair roughly. ".. Good. Maybe we can get along.."