Mar 20, 2011 02:50
[Reira hasn't been to her apartment for quite some time now. She hasn't grown frond of it. It's lonely and the silence is loud enough to keep her awake at night.
She does come back, because there is an mp3 player that's been waiting for her to come grab it. The key opens the door, and her mind is kind of blown at the lack of quiet she was expecting. It wasn't just any sound either, it was... singing. Great singing, at that.
She follows the voice like a desperate Dorothy would follow a yellow brick road. When she sees where it's coming from, she just stands there and stares. She doesn't realize she's being a creeper, though, because she's just so lost in his talent.]
blaine anderson,
reira serizawa