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Who: Yamato, Taichi, Open
When: Thursday
Where: Near the park
What: Yamato's found himself in Moksa.
Rating: PG
Yamato hummed the verse he'd written, adding in the lyrics mentally. They didn't quite fit the music right - they sounded off. He frowned. It's never enough/Just reaching the finish line/Standing on my own seems like such an empty victory... Maybe if he shortened the last line. Standing alone seems like such an empty victory - Yamato hummed it again with the change and considered it for a moment before nodding. Much better. He'd show it to the guys when he got to practice, see what they thought. The blond hefted the strap of his guitar case further up his shoulder and looked up from his notepad to see how much further it was to Kei's house.
...Huh. This was definitely the wrong street. Yamato looked around curiously, tucking his notes away as he tried to figure out where he was. It didn't look like any part of Odaiba he was familiar with.
When: Thursday
Where: Near the park
What: Yamato's found himself in Moksa.
Rating: PG
Yamato hummed the verse he'd written, adding in the lyrics mentally. They didn't quite fit the music right - they sounded off. He frowned. It's never enough/Just reaching the finish line/Standing on my own seems like such an empty victory... Maybe if he shortened the last line. Standing alone seems like such an empty victory - Yamato hummed it again with the change and considered it for a moment before nodding. Much better. He'd show it to the guys when he got to practice, see what they thought. The blond hefted the strap of his guitar case further up his shoulder and looked up from his notepad to see how much further it was to Kei's house.
...Huh. This was definitely the wrong street. Yamato looked around curiously, tucking his notes away as he tried to figure out where he was. It didn't look like any part of Odaiba he was familiar with.