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SHOW BY ROCK!! # Insert Episode 8 Re:Climb - ShinganCrimsonZ

                     ❛Sacred place? I just came out here to find out where the hell Demon Smog went. ❜ While it was…. flattering that the man was scared of him. Demon Bat was simply not interested in anything else at the current moment. He could just smell the fear from him, even if he were to say that he wasn’t. It made him hungry… But no! He was going to ignore his growing hunger for now.  ❛So, are you supposed to be the cowardly lion? ❜ … Teasing the other did seem like it would be fun. 

“Only performers are allowed back here...then, you will be taking the stage eventually?” Aion himself had come to the backstage waiting room, famous for its “don’t touch me” sign, to wait on his own bandmates. They were busy with fans, however the guitarist managed to slip away due to anxiety. But lo and behold, the bat had beaten him to it. And to call him a cowardly lion...!

...well. Aion can’t. Really deny that fully...or at least, knowing his true self, he has no right to. But he does anyway.

“You have some nerve, addressing a god as a coward...!”

Sunday morning. This is usually the one day out of each week that Airen had off. Monday through Friday was always dedicated to school, while Saturday was the day her band held their rehearsals. Of course, since the young lioness had run away earlier that week to hide in her older brother’s home, she technically hadn’t done any of those things over the past few days, but that was beside the point.

Laying upside down on the couch, the bored lioness sighs… Her brother was still asleep in his room and Crow didn’t stay over the night before, so for the time being, she was up by herself. If she were back at UVM, she and Handorekko would be sitting on the floor playing video games together while Peipein would prepare the largest stack of pancakes a myumon could imagine! But as this memory passes through her mind, Airen’s stomach growls. It was really too bad her brother didn’t have any servants of his own or they could make her breakfast and prepare her morning tea.

A groan escapes her throat as her stomach growls a second time. The girl flips herself over so that she is sitting up straight. “Big brother!!” she shouts, her voice echoing in the large, empty living room. There was no way she could last until Aion got out of bed. She yells for him once more after getting no response the first time, then sinks into her seat with her arms crossed and a pout on her face. “Hmph…”

She glances in the direction of the kitchen. Just how hard would making pancakes on her own be anyway..?

Aion groans in an annoyed fashion, rolling over and burying himself deeper into the sheets with his sister’s call. Normally he’d be taking better care of his little sister, especially given the circumstances, but... it’s Sunday. Sunday. The lion is not leaving his bed until at least past noon. His semi-conscious mind is surprised the young myumon is awake at this hour on such a day, but he’s back to dream land before he can contemplate the fact. 

Crow scowls slightly when Aion makes the comment about Tekeba probably being much happier about a god complimenting them, and flattens his ears, growling up at the other. “Hah? And what’s that supposed to mean?! They’d be more honored to have me compliment them, for sure!! After all, I’m Shingan’s saving grace! You guys wouldn’t be anywhere if it weren’t for me, obviously!!”

Quieting down once Aion starts walking, Crow scurries slightly, realizing a bit late that he still needs to be following the taller male, unless he wants to get lost. Catching up to him, the hedgehog keeps up with the other’s pace again, though goes back to looking down at the concrete of the sidewalk, ears still pinned as he pouts. Of course, he’s not truly hurt by the god’s words, but he had a tendency to overreact, no matter how little the issue was.

“And if it weren’t for my ethereal compositions, your voice would have nothing to stand upon.” Aion smiles a bit, used to Crow’s overreacting. It’s somewhat cute at this point, his little tantrums, warming the guitarist’s chest somewhat. Before the other can get in a comeback though, the lion slows once again, looking off to a quickly approaching shop front.

Crow slows down his own walking speed as Aion does, gradually falling to a stop beside him. Through the lion’s digits, Crow can pick up on the slight dust of blush on Aion’s face, and he quirks a brow, confused as to why his partner suddenly seems to be so quiet. Well, quiet so suddenly.

When he hears the band names, Crow’s ears flick slightly, and he blinks, silent for a moment. However, his response is probably not the one Aion expects, Crow soon flashing a small smile back up at him. “Ah, I haven’t heard anything from uh… what was it, Labmunchies…? But I’ve heard Spectrenotes before. They’re alright, I guess.”

Crow looks back down towards the pavement, smiling for a moment before looking back up to the lion again. “Maybe you can let me listen with ya sometime. I could introduce you to Tekebakitsusou, too, they’re, of course, no match for us, but they’re a favorite of mine. Heh, I bet they feel honored!”

Aion blinks before softly sighing, relieved, but also a bit bothered by the butchering of Labomunch’s name. Then again, he knows Crow has a bit of an issue remembering names-- though can shout SHINGANCRIMSONZ easily at any time-- so some leeway must be given. “I am familiar with Tekeba already, however. Their guitarist is quite talented. I’m sure they would feel much more honored being complimented by a god rather than a rodent.”

Crow laughs a bit, “Heheh, yeah! Nothing can beat our crimson sound!! Nothing can even compete!”

Admittedly, the hedgehog had his own taste, and frequented a few stores himself, but he figured that Aion probably would be more interested in something tucked away somewhere, given his lack of confidence in social settings. Shrugging smugly, he looks back up to the lion, throwing another question his way.

“Not that I really care that much, but are there any bands you’d recommend?” he asks, trying to mask his genuine curiosity behind his ego.

“Besides our own? Well...ah...”

Behind his hand, Aion goes a slight pink, thinking about his taste in music. How would the rodent respond to his tastes...? The question and possible answer of ‘badly’ plague his thoughts. His favorite, comforting bands tend to fall outside their own genre of kei, influenced strongly by how the lion grew up. His walking slows, finally stopping completely as he glances away.

“...It is a blessing for one’s music to fall against my listening ears, but bands...such as Spectrenotes and Labomunch, have..earned such an honor...” He states a bit quietly, shy when it comes to his deeply rooted appreciation for more classical sounds. Not to say that’s all the two bands produce.

The bat’s eyebrow rose at the male in front of him. He was a god..? He didn’t look, nor did he sound like one. What a joke.

❛…. What on earth are you going on about? ❜ He so noticed the slight shaking of the “god’s” legs.

“Do not a-act as if your demonic pressure does not exist... W-what could such a being want from me? Why invade this sacred place where I reside...?”