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Suddenly in a bad mood. Kill her.

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Oh, proper equipment. Such a thing was definitely foreign to her -- she'd never particularly owned such technology, as for the most part, she had always relied on the shitty mics she got off of eBay and the even worse ones provided by any pair of cheap headphones that she would pick up after her previous pair had been found damaged beyond both repair and use after just a small number of months. Being able to hear her voice resound through a studio, as... questionable as the current one of use was, would be entirely new for her.

She wasn't sure if she was nervous about that or not, though.

In all reality, she did want to turn to the young lady and inform her that there was no need for warm ups, that she could perform just as swell if she did not. It would only be a borderline ignominious lie, however, and there was more than plenty reason within her to allow her vocal chords to vibrate and produce incomplete lyrics if only for a few minutes.

"Simply crying is just so easy, but the sadness won't wash away. This love, even this parting, was, after all, my decision..." The pitch was definitely off, but not to the point where she would cringe. It was acceptable enough.

"Can I start."

Auditions [open]

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Recipient: Luka M.

Sender: Gumi

ok is this some sort of message for help. are you on drugs? trying lsd for the first time? have you seen them? what does he say? where is the dog park.

TO: Gumi FROM: Luka M. 

>i i am so sirry!!

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Recipient: Luka M.

Sender: Gumi

what the hell.

(New Message)

TO: ??? FROM: Luka M. 

>Is tHis how you send amesage? Srry, never hsd a phObne tht couldtwxt this well bfore. 

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"No, actually." Her reply is quick, and her tone is full of some sort of sick amusement. In all truth, the system was perfectly fine. It'd survived more than several drops into water and even a screwdriver so rudely slammed down upon it (though, entirely by accident, and if the screwdriver did feel guilt would still fill its material to this day), and much more, but mostly, it was definitely sturdy. Perhaps even a bit more so.

Even still, she takes a stray napkin and wipes it off quickly but with a delicate hand, turning the dual screens towards him. She's allowed herself to hold it in such a way that she can pop out the cartridge with just a simple push of her index finger, though, and the game is now frozen in place. A bit awkwardly due to positioning, she presses down onto the buttons -- up, down, A, B. "See? It's not working. Look at what you did."

"You're going to be fired. I can sue you. Replace my broken system, you plebian."

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God damn it. Not only did he get spaghetti and meatballs all over this customer, he probably got it all over her gaming system, too. Hopefully it was a strong thing and could take a little pasta without breaking—or he’d have to break it to Craig that he wasn’t going to be super helpful this month on rent because of … this incident. 

It didn’t help that the girl opened her mouth to make the comment that she did, either. In fact, it really didn’t help at all—and he froze, withdrawing meekly to peek up at her through some of his curls. What did she expect him to say? Was it a joke? Was she serious? Shit. 

"N…no, I just thought…" Now he was flustered all over again, pursing his lips and holding the napkin he’d been using out to the girl while he averted his eyes. He wouldn’t like having a stranger’s hands all over him, either…so maybe he should just butt out and save the rest of his dignity.

"…Is your game alright?"

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A thin eyebrow raised itself in question. A slow blink, curious, taking in the sight of the poster before her. The font was difficult to read, with black text on the pink paper, and it almost seemed like some sort of school promotional. However, it was clearly an advertisement for people to come join some small, unknown girl's yet-forming band.

Gumi rips the paper off its post.

The sign is crumpled and shoved into her jacket's pocket, where her hand begins to perspire around it. It's a bit too warm to wear a hoodie, but she doesn't particularly care. She has more things to worry about -- for example, attempting to fulfill this vocalist position, even though she's fully aware it won't get her (the both of them!) anywhere.

The studio that she was directed to was... mediocre. It was small, and wasn't impressive in the least, Recalling the image of the female renter that was provided by the horrible scribble slapped onto the corner of the paper, however, she imagined it was at least some sort of accomplishment to have been able to find and afford this place.

There was a bell to indicate that a person had entered through the doorway. Gumi cringed.

A loud and enthusiastic voice to serve as a greeting made it worse.

"Uh..."

"Uh, yeah. Right." As opposed to answering right away, she takes to observing the studio. At first, a wide and slow-turning glance to take in the general entirety of the space, then slow and quiet steps to visually ingest the exact and sharp details of their shared surroundings. If there was a crevice, or perhaps a crack immortalized within the sheetrock, it would not be unlikely for her to notice it.

"Vocals," she replies at last, yet paying careful attention to whatever stereo system posed its immobile self before her, "I sing."

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The city of Kairos was a bustling metropolis. Or, as close to a bustling metropolis as you could get. It was a lively city, with the background chatter never dying down, and events hidden somewhere during every part of the day. Many of these events were advertised via posters and leaflets posted around. But there was one important one that seemed to appear in many parts of the city.

A flyer, printed on dull pink paper as a means to stand out, was posted. Really, it only stood out due to the somewhat crude drawing of the creator printed in the left corner of the page.

Come join the city’s best drummer and a famous violinist* in Kairos’ soon-to-be favorite rock band!

Vocalist, guitarist, and bassist desperately needed.

Other talent and managerial positions are appreciated.

Auditions begin on April 25th from 5-8pm at the address below.

For inquiries, call Raiko Horikawa at 555-1886

Under the notice, an address was scribbled, along a crude map, leading straight to the city’s smallest recording studio. This place was known only to the indie folk and start-ups, hidden away in the middle of an alleyway near the center of the city. 

It was here that Raiko sat. Rocking on her chair back and forth, the drummer whistled her favorite tunes as she banged her drumsticks on the table. To think, she had to sit here for three hours, doing nothing. And she had to pay for it too. Renting studio rooms isn’t cheap. Ah, but it’s for the sake of her band, she told herself. You can’t make a band out of two instrumentalists. To be the best, they had to branch out.

Well, “start” would be the better word. The band didn’t even have a name yet. At least not a proper one. Ideas were thrown out, but none ever stuck. So they stayed nameless for now. Not very good of a band to not even have a name. But baby steps, dear friends.

For now, more band members are a necessity. Band name can come later. Raiko moved to the next song, tapping out the new beat lightly. For once, the drummer didn’t seem lively. A few days of being stuck inside got to her. However, the sound of the door opening brought all that energy back.

"Yo! Here for auditions? Great! Name’s Raiko. Who are you and what do you do?" She said, without really paying much attention to who came through the door.

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Are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend?

"...I guess? Unless I had some sort of opposite personality."

What would be (or what was) harder for you to tell a member of the opposite/same sex, you love them or that you do not love them back?

"That I love them. I keep to myself for a reason."

Would you give a homeless person CPR if they were dying? Why or Why not?

"No. Just get someone else to do it. I'm not putting my mouth to a stranger's for any reason."

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A couple deep questions

1. What is more difficult for you, looking into someones eyes when you are telling someone how you feel, or looking into someones eyes when they are telling you how they feel? 2. Think of the last time you were REALLY angry. WHY were you angry? Do you still feel the same way? 3. You are on a flight from Honolulu to Chicago non-stop. There is a fire in the back of the plane. You have enough time to make ONE phone call. Who do you call? What do you tell them? 4. You are at the doctor’s office and he has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? What do you do with your remaining days? Would you be afraid? 5. You can have one of the following two things. Which do you choose? Why? Love and Trust. 6. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late even once more, you are fired. Do you take the time to save the dogs life? Why or Why not? 7. Would you rather be hurt by the one you trust the most or the one you love the most? 8. Your best friend confesses that he/she has feelings for you more than just friendship. He/she is falling in love with you. What do you (or did you) do/say? 9. Think of the last person who you know that died. You have the chance to give them 1 hour of life back, but you have to give up one year of yours. Do you do it? Why or Why not? 10. Are you the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend? 11. Does love = sex? 12.Your boss tells your coworker that they have to let them go because of work shortage, and they are the newest employee. You have been there much longer. Your coworker has a family to support and no other means of income. Do you go to your boss and offer to leave the company? Why or Why not? 13.When was the last time you told someone HONESTLY how you felt regardless of how difficult it was for you to say? Who was it? What did you have to tell the person? 14. What would be (or what was) harder for you to tell a member of the opposite/same sex, you love them or that you do not love them back? 15. What do you think would be the hardest thing for you to give up? Why would it be hard to lose? 16. Excluding romantic love, when was the last time you told someone you loved them. Who were they to you? 17. If there was one moment and one time in the last month what would you change and why? 18. Would you give a homeless person CPR if they were dying? Why or Why not? 19. You are holding onto your grandmother’s hand and the hand of a newborn that you do not know as they hang over the edge of a cliff. You have to let one go to save the other. Who do you let fall to their death? What was your rationale for making the decision? 20. Are you old fashioned? 21. When was the last time you were nice to someone and did NOT expect anything in return for it? 22. Which would you choose, true love with a guarantee of a broken heart, or never loved at all? Why? 23. If you could do anything or wish anything, what would it be?

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Going out to eat wasn't something Gumi did all too often, so when she did, it was usually out of stress and-or the need for actual food that wasn't microwaved meals and steamed rice, all that she made with hunger clawing away desperately at her stomach simply because she couldn't be damned to make any beforehand. Her waiter seemed like an absentminded but all-around awkward young adult, but she didn't really mind. She's not one to judge in the first place.

She doesn't even notice the guy approaching her, too busy tapping away at her 3DS, and her eyes squeeze shut right away as the food hits her. She just cleaned this jacket and that's a miracle, because she never does her laundry, but especially when it comes to her jackets, and now this miracle has been ruined by this spawn of Satan.

When she looks over, she cracks a simper and just watches as he pitifully tries to wipe away some of the spilled food.

"So is it in your job description to touch people without asking first?"

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It was just another day of working for Kyle, honestly. Taking orders and bringing out food and taking back the plates…except, today, he had a number of things on his mind. There was a lot to ponder about his recent life developments and a lot to wonder if he was doing right. The self supplied answer to most of those thoughts was no, he probably wasn’t doing anything right. That would be something to work on.

Another thing that he needed to work on, maybe, was paying attention to where he was going when he had a large dish of food in his hand instead of thinking about his gay personal problems. That could possibly be helpful, as with his absentminded place of thought—he tripped.

It all played in slow motion before him; the catch of his foot on the chair, the stumble and muttered curse that slipped from his lips, the flip of the plate off his tray.

The splat of spaghetti and meatballs against a customer’s clothing.

Well.

"Shit…shit, oh my god…oh shit." He quickly pulled a napkin out, panicking, kneeling to pull away strands of spaghetti and dab at the areas splattered with meat sauce. "Shit…shit shit shit…” It was hopeless. He just kept dabbing and feeling like he was about to cry. Lord help him. Lord strike him down.

"Oh shit.”

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キラッ

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GUMI誕2013 by 家三毛(いえみけ)

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finally draws OTP

yeeeeaaaaah let’s get some GumiVY2 on this blog

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GUMI

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by 秋吉