17 December Saturday - 5:14 pm - At a coffee shop

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The street was busy as usual but Ax just walked through, no one even gave him a second glance in his outlandish outfit. Ax just loved days where he went to meet up with the other band members, it gave him an excuse to get dolled up in his stage gear and be the character he truly was. He felt alive in the dark blue pin stripped suit and his red

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Kimihiko sleeked into the coffee shop, the bell chiming in his entrance. His large, almond eyes, narrowed by angled eyeliner, searched the room for familiarity. The white bleached hair was not hard to miss. Besides Ax, Yuuichirou and Maikeru were already there. Jiro was not.

He stepped away from the door, deliberately heading in the far direction to avoid cutting through the tables. His strides were short as he was not as tall as he looked. His shoes boosted his height another 17 centimeters. His hair added another inch as, though the front bangs were long reaching past his chin, the pieces in the back were spiked with volume. His outfit wasn’t outlandish, but comprised of odd and ends accessories sewn or pinned together. Black and blue plaid was his theme today, framed by his black hair and accented by his wolf blue contacts. He bit at his lip ring; his parents wouldn’t allow him to wear it around them and being unable to wear it at school meant Kimihiko didn’t get to have it in often.

He approached the group from behind and stopped just short, listening to Ax’s comment to Maikeru. His eyes hooked onto Maikeru. Strict parents are something they both shared, but the parents were strict in different ways. Still, it was sort of like a mutual bonding between the two.

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Meanwhile, Jiro slid the box cutter down the side of the cardboard, slicing it open. He grimaced as his back pained him, reminding him of all the lifting he had done earlier. He had been at work since two-thirty, leaving Go club early to make it on time. The shift was short, measuring only three hours, but to Jiro that three hours worth of pay was important. He valued any money he could make. Besides, all he had to do was take apart the boxes from the morning’s shipment. An easy job, aside from the back pains it caused him.

He glanced at the clock, noting the minute hand’s slow glide towards the end of his shift. The band was meeting up today only because they didn’t get to do so too much without worrying over music. They were probably already altogether. Jiro would join them shortly after his shift ended. He piled the last of the cardboard onto the pallet that would go to the recycling bin, and he pulled the apron from around his neck. It was still early, but he could pack up early. He needed the extra time to get to the coffee shop.

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Ax stared down Kimihiko after he arrived. "Nice of you to bless us with your precense." he said smugly.

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Ignoring Ax's strong stare, Kimihiko nodded his head once, causing a lock of hair to fall into his face, acknowledging Ax's words. Just as he went to grab a seat, Jiro approached them, half jogging and out of breath from running earlier. "D-did I miss anything?" he stuttered.

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"Just me lecturing Yuuichirou and his major lacking in the looks department."

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Kimihiko chuckled, finding his band mates amusing. Jiro looked over at Yuuichirou, regarding his looks. "I know the bass player is never a favorite...but you could at least try to make the fans' ovaries hurt." He laughed at his own comment before adding. "Rei probably won't let him get sexed up. Can't have groupies touching her property."

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Yuuichirou was uneffected by his bandmates jeers he heard them all the time after all. "I feel that I am fine as I am, a lot of bands have a tone down member nothing wrong with that. Anyway lets go set up."

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"Hai!" Jiro nodded enthusiastically, practically running to the stage. He could have worked several doubles in a row at work and he would still manage to have the same amount of energy before a gig. Music was his stress reliever. "Hurry up guys!" he said, already plugging in cords.

Kimihiko was much slower to respond, slinking his way towards the stage. He had no complaints that Jiro was always so anxious to set up. Less work for him.

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Yuuichirou tripped going up on stage but saved himself as he set up. After Maikeru took his place Ax jumped up too feeling hyped as he glared at Kimihiko grabbing his guitar.