The tall blonde guitarist stood bent over panting, with one hand gripping the side of the studio’s door.
Ruki raised a skeptical eyebrow and Kai shrugged.
“What religion do the rain gods belong to!?”
Kai choked and Ruki spluttered out his coffee. Black liquid now stained his maroon velvet notebook and Ruki cursed.
“Fuck you Uruha!”
Uruha
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