[ As the spring breeze scatters petals across the park, the cold shock of Takasugi's profile strikes Rinne like lightning. Rinne isn't usually drawn to melodies like this—not by fond memory or foreign mystique. But when Takasugi plays his shamisen, it's as if he's pouring his very soul into the strings, creating a sound that is potent and perfectly his. That's what draws Rinne in once again—Takasugi's vibrant, unshakeable spirit.
Having the chance to watch such a historical performance up close is so exciting, Rinne thinks he might just have to bite Takasugi for another—
He shakes the thought off his mind. What's wrong with him today? Is his hunger so bad that he can't concentrate? He has to focus. He had a boss to impress, and Niki's done more for him while running on less.
Rinne joins in with his guitar, following the rhythm as he gives it body and color with his own sound. He doesn't know how he looks with an acoustic guitar now, not when his new persona barely calls for it. If anything, playing for a crowd is something he's used to. Just focus on the strings, Rinne tells himself, and be grateful that song is the only thing you can draw from them.
When the song ends, Rinne looks up at him almost expectantly. Was he good? No, was he fun? He hates it when he's like this, eyes softening like he's a puppy. Complimenting Takasugi plainly would drive him into a corner, and Rinne doesn’t want to get empty praise after begging for it. He should crack a joke instead. Play dumb, play it cool, anything to put them in a situation where they don't have to talk about it. ]
Yo, you sure you don't wanna swap seats? Ain't no way you wanna mess up your fit this early.
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Date: 2025-04-07 08:25 pm (UTC)Having the chance to watch such a historical performance up close is so exciting, Rinne thinks he might just have to bite Takasugi for another—
He shakes the thought off his mind. What's wrong with him today? Is his hunger so bad that he can't concentrate? He has to focus. He had a boss to impress, and Niki's done more for him while running on less.
Rinne joins in with his guitar, following the rhythm as he gives it body and color with his own sound. He doesn't know how he looks with an acoustic guitar now, not when his new persona barely calls for it. If anything, playing for a crowd is something he's used to. Just focus on the strings, Rinne tells himself, and be grateful that song is the only thing you can draw from them.
When the song ends, Rinne looks up at him almost expectantly. Was he good? No, was he fun? He hates it when he's like this, eyes softening like he's a puppy. Complimenting Takasugi plainly would drive him into a corner, and Rinne doesn’t want to get empty praise after begging for it. He should crack a joke instead. Play dumb, play it cool, anything to put them in a situation where they don't have to talk about it. ]
Yo, you sure you don't wanna swap seats? Ain't no way you wanna mess up your fit this early.