[closed] Stormy weather...
Characters: Kurt Hummel & Yosuke Hanamura
Location: Apartment of Kurt Elizabeth Hummel
Rating: PG
Time: Midday, after training. Plus the time it takes Yosuke to get his guitar and hoof it over to the Communal.
Description: Kurt and Yosuke jam. Only suddenly it's storming and some people have a fear of thunder...
Yosuke hoisted the guitar up over his shoulder. Souji had picked out a good case, all things told; a sleek little nylon over-the-shoulder bag. What it lacked in protection it made up for in portability, and it wasn't long before Yosuke was looking up at the brownstone of the Casualty Communal building. Not too long ago, it had been home. Funny how things changed.
Jeez, he was getting introspective. Something about Shinjiro's words from earlier still rattled around strangely in his head, drawing parallels and connections Yosuke was not interested in drawing. Music would help. It always did. He hadn't played with someone else in...ever, really. His webcam microphone served as his audience back home, and the guitar was only a recent acquisition here in Death City. Who knew? Maybe this would be something they could do again. Or...never speak of again, either or.
Guitar still slung over his shoulder, Yosuke rapped on Kurt's door with the back of his hand. They'd split earlier, at the edge of the training field, promising to meet up at Kurt's apartment. Well, twenty minutes later, here he is, waiting anxiously in scuffed sneakers and his lip between his teeth. Playing for someone new was always nerve wracking.
Location: Apartment of Kurt Elizabeth Hummel
Rating: PG
Time: Midday, after training. Plus the time it takes Yosuke to get his guitar and hoof it over to the Communal.
Description: Kurt and Yosuke jam. Only suddenly it's storming and some people have a fear of thunder...
Yosuke hoisted the guitar up over his shoulder. Souji had picked out a good case, all things told; a sleek little nylon over-the-shoulder bag. What it lacked in protection it made up for in portability, and it wasn't long before Yosuke was looking up at the brownstone of the Casualty Communal building. Not too long ago, it had been home. Funny how things changed.
Jeez, he was getting introspective. Something about Shinjiro's words from earlier still rattled around strangely in his head, drawing parallels and connections Yosuke was not interested in drawing. Music would help. It always did. He hadn't played with someone else in...ever, really. His webcam microphone served as his audience back home, and the guitar was only a recent acquisition here in Death City. Who knew? Maybe this would be something they could do again. Or...never speak of again, either or.
Guitar still slung over his shoulder, Yosuke rapped on Kurt's door with the back of his hand. They'd split earlier, at the edge of the training field, promising to meet up at Kurt's apartment. Well, twenty minutes later, here he is, waiting anxiously in scuffed sneakers and his lip between his teeth. Playing for someone new was always nerve wracking.