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[appletuner]

Kanon is high above the streets, riding as fast as he can across the twining road of roofs, only occasionally coming down low for things like Meganebashi. The water is just too beautiful to ignore. Sometimes he stumbles, sometimes he falls, and his knees of his jeans are raggedly torn apart, revealing scrapes to match the ones on his hands. But he

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[yoyo_fanatic]

Bridget is practicing and he only thinks he sees someone that looks like Kanon doing the same as him. Lately, he's seen lots of people practicing and he's witnessed a lot of Parts Wars, so he's not really surprised.

What he's surprised at is how torn up Kanon, but for now, he picks a nice spot to just sit and watch.

[appletuner]

Kanon had been using large headphones today, not inner-ear ones. He'd wanted to block out every possible sound around him, even his own inner blood, and pumped the music so loud it'd threatened his ears. But he can still sense, when it's someone important, and he thinks he senses right now.

He pushes the headphones down and shakes his hair a bit of the mess the strands had gotten into. "Bridget?" he calls.

[yoyo_fanatic]

Bridget smiles and waves.

"Don't let me interrupt you!" He answers back.

[appletuner]

"Nah," Kanon exhales, a sharp note along with the breath. "I think I'm done."