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[drummerboym]

-Matt is walking down a hallway, eyes closed, drumming out a tune. Silver-and-teal isolation headphones cover his ears. An MP3 player clipped to one side of his waistband scrolls through Valid Enigma's latest tunes. The attached earbuds are hanging from the other side of his waist, fastened with a velcro strap slipped through a belt loop. The music

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[mylittleenigma]

-She's wandering around by herself, wondering how the hell did she lose track of Light already. Hopefully they will meet back up soon. She keeps walking down a hall and sees Matt and not just any Matt. It's the Matt from her world. Of course, how could anyone mistake that stick toting oblivious quiet soul? She walks over to him and stands right in front of him, waiting for him to take notice. She then realizes that he's wearing those damn ear things so she pokes his shoulder.-

Oi, Matt!

[drummerboym]

-Too bad he thinks the poke is just someone bumping him on the more-often-than-not crowded campus sidewalks. There's talking, but it's muffled enough that it's also discounted. He's going to start steering around you without taking notice.-

[mylittleenigma]

-Well, this is highly annoying. She folds her arms across her chest for a few seconds and taps her foot. Attention, she wants attention and wants it now. She hates being ignored. As a small sigh passes her lips, she reaches out a hand and snakes it up into his hair, ruffling it. Now that has gotta get his attention or at least make him stop from walking away.-

I'm talking to you, you know!

[[lol oops]]

[drummerboym]

-The music in his head was just getting to the part where he used to mess up the most. It was all those rapid timing changes. He was pumping up for it when, a bar before that point, a hand reached into his hair. Eyes snap open and he tries to get his personal space back.-

The hell?

-The words are missed but he recognizes his fellow band member. Both drumsticks go into one hand. The other goes to straighten out his hair.-

Did you have to do that?

[I am to confuse? XD]

[reprism]

[he was on his way to his room, but upon seeing Matt, Light stops dead. he has seen other Matts around, but it's pretty obvious that this is the one he knows.]

Oh, God. Just the person I was missing the most. [hay there, sarcasm!]

[drummerboym]

-Sorry, pal. He can't make out a word Light is saying. Everything is gibberish by the time they reach his ears. Matt will keep walking along. Light might have to resort to something more extravagant, hopefully putting smashing a bass guitar over the redhead's head as the very last resort.-

[reprism]

[luckily for Matt, by this point Light has chosen to leave his bass guitar locked in his room unless there's some specific reason he should need it. so instead he settles for bluntly grabbing the other man's shoulder.]

[drummerboym]

-That's going to get some reflexive action from him. Matt would grab at whatever hand suddenly jerked him to a stop. Unfortunately, both his are occupied. Instead you get him pointing the tip of one of his drummer's sticks near your throat and a glare.-

Do you need to be so rough?

[cottonballhead]

-is standing in the middle of the hallway; he was on his way to his room when he suddenly spotted a SHINY nickel on the middle of the floor. Happily, Near scoops down to get it.-

[[ feel free to trip over him <3 ]]

[drummerboym]

[ooc: Tripping he shall do then!]

-Matt keeps walking along when suddenly he finds himself lurching forward. His eyes go wide from that. Does he want to break his drumsticks any time soon? No. He twists himself so he lands on his side instead of on his occupied hands.

One of his legs had run into something. Biting back the profanities he looks back, from his position on the ground, to see what it was and spots a head of white hair.-

Natalia! What are you doing being an obstacle while I'm trying to walk!?

[cottonballhead]

ow. -he rubs the back of his head, then stares at the new Matt, intrigued (albeit a bit frightened),-

um, I'm not... Natalie. S-Sorry.

[drummerboym]

-Wait... could is this really her? Isn't this too timid for her?

Matt puts the drumsticks down, props himself up on an elbow, and pushes back the goggles and hence the headphones as well.-

Did you just say 'sorry'?

-Here you have a very baffled drummer.-