[ The impromptu show goes off without a hitch. Some pass them by, thinking their song a nuisance, if not nothing special, while others pause for a moment or two, if only to witness the novelty of an Augmented's avantgarde performance. By the end, a small crowd offers applause, some polite, some enthusiastic, and a couple even leaves trinkets in Rinne's guitar case. It's no DreamFes victory, but being an idol was never about that.
Rinne's nose lingers on the scent of their audience long after they're gone, his gaze trained in their direction as he digs his claws into the bench and digests what had just happened. ]
That was the first applause I've gotten in a while...
[ It's so much better than performing alone. He couldn't imagine what it would have been like without Takasugi's support. But that's not what a seasoned idol should say during times like these, is it? A quirk of his lip gives way to a brighter grin as he turns to his business partner. ]
Heheh, what'd I tell ya? I'm... a professional—
[ Something in the air is sticky and sweet the way a deer is as he skins it. His nostrils flare, and he turns away before he leans in and does anything that might damn them both. Blood, sweat — they were easier to ignore when music took over him. But now...
Someone in the crowd called them twin foxes. Is that what he was? He's seen foxes in forests and how they laughed as they frolicked with their own kind. This urge within him felt far more shameless than that.
He shoves his guitar back in its case and locks it quickly. ]
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Date: 2025-04-10 03:35 pm (UTC)Rinne's nose lingers on the scent of their audience long after they're gone, his gaze trained in their direction as he digs his claws into the bench and digests what had just happened. ]
That was the first applause I've gotten in a while...
[ It's so much better than performing alone. He couldn't imagine what it would have been like without Takasugi's support. But that's not what a seasoned idol should say during times like these, is it? A quirk of his lip gives way to a brighter grin as he turns to his business partner. ]
Heheh, what'd I tell ya? I'm... a professional—
[ Something in the air is sticky and sweet the way a deer is as he skins it. His nostrils flare, and he turns away before he leans in and does anything that might damn them both. Blood, sweat — they were easier to ignore when music took over him. But now...
Someone in the crowd called them twin foxes. Is that what he was? He's seen foxes in forests and how they laughed as they frolicked with their own kind. This urge within him felt far more shameless than that.
He shoves his guitar back in its case and locks it quickly. ]
Thanks, Prez. I gotta go.