#artandacting

Today the academy was going to have the recruits do a little field work. A bit unorthodox perhaps, but it was a easy way for them to get used to potentially dangerous situations, or so Kadir's instructor said.

And that was how Kadir found himself to be propped against one of the police cars, arms crossed and absent-minded as if he was doing something as simple as waiting for a bus. 

His senior was inside the convenient store, handling some sort of domestic dispute that didn't really require police intervention in the first place, let alone Kadir's. But when the argument took a dispute for the worse and someone had started waving a gun around, the Turkish-Cypriot's radio blared with orders.

After some mental fumbling, he dashed in to escort out any other people just as he was told to. There was only one, and he released her hand once they were a safe distance away beside the other cars that had come for backup.

Alfred was ecstatic when he saw the little message bubble pop up. He read over the apply, his heart thumping. Someone wanted to join his band. Someone wanted to join his band.

He had to read it over at least four times before it actually sunk it.

Someone. Wanted. To. Join. His. Band.

Lovino had been minding his own business, scrolling through meaningless texts on his phone when he felt someone's eyes on him.

He looked up, seeing a girl staring avidly at his scarf. He raised an eyebrow, a frown on his lips.