combodeck replied to your post:Baps Neku with his wing.
"Aw, come on, yo. It wasn’t that hard, was it?"
"Doesn't matter. Just keep them out of my face."
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combodeck replied to your post:Baps Neku with his wing.
"Aw, come on, yo. It wasn’t that hard, was it?"
"Doesn't matter. Just keep them out of my face."
Gives his Conductor a quick kiss and then flies out.
“Uhh…?”
Neku’s left more confused than anything, the quick show of affection not…really what he’d been expecting. Though, what was with the rush, anyway? It wasn’t like Beat was up to anything important…right?
Beat whispers "How's it hangin'?" in Neku's ear.
There’s an awkward pause as Neku shifts his focus around to meet Beat’s, a deadpan expression held on the Composer for a moment before a smile slowly worked its way across the others’ features.
“Pfft.”
After that, Neku can’t hold back the flood of laughter that follows. It shouldn’t even be this funny!
combodeck replied to your post:The Composer wants attention...
"But you’re always busy…" Beat pouts, nuzzling him lightly.
"Which is a lot more than I can say for you." Neku huffs back his reply. It's definitely not his fault if a majority of the paperwork ends up as his responsibility.
While sitting on the couch of the Dead God's Pad (which had just been cleaned by yours truly), Rhyme watches the fish swim beneath the glass floor. It was quiet and peaceful here. Looking up at the man entering the room, Rhyme smiled at her Composer.
"Things sure have changed, haven't they?"
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Exploring other versions of Shibuya was something he did quite a bit, often to escape the stress of being in charge of the city. He never left for long, and was always back before some horrific uprising could take place. It was nice, to, relax, and not have to observe everything around him, checking for threats. Plus, he was curious about the differences each universe could bring. It was quite fascinating, really. Perhaps one day he would find a universe where Neku had shot.
Somehow, he doubted it.
But he wasn’t thinking of Neku Sakuraba now; he was entertaining the thought of seeing this Shibuya’s Composer. So, he headed down the River, down the trails, until reached the Dead God’s Pad, opening the door with a click. He was surprised, though, that there didn’t appear to be any Reapers in the room, all there was a girl. A familiar girl. He blinked in heightened surprise at her appearance.
"…I…came here to see the Composer of this world…I’m from another Shibuya." He murmured, glancing at her, still somewhat startled by her appearence. If she was here, in here, then that had to mean she was…a Reaper…at the very least.
Rhyme looked up at the boy, smiling more than ever. When he mentioned that he was here to see the Composer, it widened into a grin.
"Unfortunately, he's not here right now. He's rather busy with important Composer things that I don't... have any knowledge pertaining to. So I'm going to have to ask you to either leave and come back another time... or wait around for a bit of time until he returns." She paused.
"What do you mean 'another Shibuya?' As far as I'm aware, this is the only Shibuya in the world. Are you from a far off country of some kind?" That was a rather exciting thought. Rhyme didn't remember anything but Shibuya. And she couldn't leave it now.
Not that it particularly mattered. Oh, she should probably introduce herself!
"My name is Raimu Bito, but most call me Rhyme. I'm Shibuya's Conductor, and it is very nice to meet you, Mr...?"
Today had been a day like any other, filed reports, gone over the various Points that the Reapers had collected to figure out which ones would be assigned to the next Game... the usual things that made up her (un)life now.
That is, until she saw him.
"...Neku? Is that... you?"
"...You ain't still grumpy about all that paperwork, right...?"
"...I'm kinda surprised you even had to ask."