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wreaking havoc on the media, he smiled bright.
tartaglia had to admit that the idol taking over his timelines and for you pages had at least some sort of appeal. he looked young and boyish, and his attitude was one that you'd kind of expect to appeal to teenage girls— sort of like a bad boy, which contrasted interestingly with his pretty, delicate face.
he saw the posters on tonia's walls. scaramouche here, scaramouche there, his dark hair and eyes keeping watch from every corner of her room. it was getting a little terrifying, if tartaglia were to be honest. he avoided even looking into tonia's room because of the state it had gotten into.
he had to admit, though— the music was kind of good. he heard it, once again, from tonia's room— really, she had no shame. before he knew it, he was kind of a fan too.
even he wasn't immune to scaramouche's charm. he was an attractive man, in a sleek, almost feminine way, and the way he danced was strangely captivating. he moved swiftly, inhumanly. tartaglia thought that he moved as if he were a puppet and dancing was his only purpose.
it clearly wasn't, because he sang too. the songs he put out were upbeat, almost dark in tone, and the lyrics were intense, whether they were mean or ever so slightly sexual.
in all the interviews he would do, tartaglia could feel the cockiness through the screen. at first, he didn't like it— he hated the way he talked, as if everyone else were inferior to him— but over time, it grew on him.
he also didn't shy away from fanservice. tartaglia found this hard to take seriously, and whenever he would see it, he couldn't help but laugh.
he took tonia to one of his concerts one time, and they were lucky enough to have seats close to the stage. during one of his more... suggestive songs, he bent down in front of his seat, face almost level with his. his eyes really were beautiful; their darkness made it easier for the colorful lights to reflect in them, and before tartaglia knew what was going on, the idol's hand extended, and...
brushed the hand of a girl behind him.
he looked to his side, and tonia was jumping around like she was on a sugar rush.
tartaglia wasn't sure whether the thumping in his chest was his heart or the loud music.