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[izousaito]

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        “Wait... you listened to that?”

        Of all the things Rio did not expect, it was to be recognized. The audition tape had been submitted on behalf of the label’s insistence; he had no intention of leaving Ayako and the band, but there were so few artists in their genre that specialized in the bass. And how many dared to transcribe the main guitar, vocal, and synth lines into bass and then arrange them to be listenable? It was a challenge. He had pissed it out in a week and expected to never hear about it again.

        “Y-yeah, I’m Rio.” He shook the emphatic hand. “Can’t lie, the fact you recognized the name’s kinda bonkers. We’re not exactly a big name.” Not with how they were reacting to just meeting one person.

        “No, I haven’t. I was helping my band with the set before going into costume and makeup. We don’t really have a road crew we work with, so it’s just us five.”

[izousaito]

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        “You are being quite, loud,” Rio said, voice deadpan. The cocktail of not enough sleep, to much work, and a criminal lack of bubble tea was starting to get to him. “And there are people here who are trying to enjoy their day in peace. I would like to recommend that you enjoy your conversations on a lower decibel level.”

        How much more politely could he tell this person to shut the fuck up?

        He looked past Seiya and gave a weary, apologetic smile to Motoki. “I should get going. I’ll tell Mamoru you give your best.”

[uwubeus]

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"Thanks."

The lighter was about as familiar as one of the queen's talking cats, but Rubeus refused to look daunted, examining like a deadly piece of weaponry. On any normal day he might have simply lit the cigarette with his own powers, but he had been warned by seemingly everyone with an ounce of authority to not show anything resembling a show of force.

Rubeus' eyelids fluttered closed as he inhaled the first cigarette he'd had in years, happily sighing out a pale cloud of smoke.

"I don't know. Maybe that's how we got in this mess in the first place," he groused.

"Hiding in this crystal cage for all these years must be melting their brains."

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[thequeenberyl]

“It’s a talent that I always have possessed.”

“ Going after someone you can’t have? You are not special, you aren’t the only one with such talent.”

[uwubeus]

*Takes a long drag of their cigarette* These meetings are a drag.

Rubeus had been certain no one had saw him sneaking out, which meant the Kinmokian ambassador was out here of his own volition, not to drag him back into another endless meeting. The appearance of a cigarette was just a confirmation, and he relaxed. Rubeus hadn’t bothered to learn any of the Kinmokian’s names, but this one seemed to be the most down-to-earth. “Yeah,” he agreed, glad to finally admit that he wasn’t thrilled about the entire process to at least someone else. Even it was essentially to a stranger. “I know it’s for a good cause, but those four goons always following around the king just like hearing themselves talk.”

He eyed the cigarette dangling from Seiya’s fingertips, trying to hide his jealousy. Tobacco was an expensive luxury on Nemesis.

“Hey... do you have one of those for me?”

[suxedomask]

*Blocks* *Mutes* *Unfollow* *ReBlock* *REPORT ACCOUNT*

"You seem mad. Mad cause I'm styling on you?"

[junjunwalk]

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They were ordered to shower, wear their best clothes, brush their hairs, clean their rooms and behave. Everyone at the orphanage acted different that day, everyone pretended to be nice and extra polite. They were supposed to act happy and well behaved, when in fact, no one there was like that. Even the adults in charge were complete assholes, but not that day.

That day they pretended to love the orphan kids because a bunch of rich idiots would come and pick one kid to become their sponsors. Everyone knew these rich people didn’t care about the orphans at all, it was something they did for their taxes... something JunJun didn’t understand too well. All she knew that it was all fake, no one cared about them and she didn’t care about any of this.

So she did not shower that day, her hair was a mess and her knees were dirty with mud as she had been climbing some trees and she made sure she smelled like cigarettes. They were supposed to show them their school grades, but JunJun’s grades were horrible she didn’t even bother to get her reportcard ready.

When the rich idiots arrived, JunJun sat at the top of the stairs and watched everyone act like idiots. Even her roommates where acting all nice and behaved when they usually were such annoying bullies.

[izousaito]

“I will forever be a bubble fucking bitch.”

        The young man sighed as he removed dainty, gold-rimmed reading glasses. He had thought, perhaps, to get a bit of work done while more empathetic (read: the senshi) helped Usagi with pressing matters that he could not ever empathize with. Call it a consequence of losing too many people.

       But this bitch was trying his patience. And being quite loud about it.

       “By your abrasiveness, I take it that you are Seiya? I now understand what Tenoh-san sees in you.”