#sickhackbassist

Is she, like, okay? Uzi's seen this girl around campus a few times, usually only half-awake. Just kind of stumbling around, and very occasionally playing guitar. It's usually a nice sound, but right now she looks more like a corpse than a musician. And that would make Uzi so late to next period.

There's a planter nearby, and Uzi retrieves a small stick, just in case. You never know.

"Uh, hello? You alive?" she says, poking the body. "C'mon, don't die right here, this is how I get to class. You know how annoying it's gonna be if they shut it down to do an investigation or whatever?"

She jabs a little harder, which does prompt some kind of noise. Something between a grunt and a groan, which is probably an appropriate noise to make when you're being poked.

" E-excuse me... "

Masa had been unsure of whether he should approach her or not. A woman in such compromising position... Surely it was no good to just leave her there like that? It's quite late - are there no curfews in the island...?

...on closer look though... She seems to be strumming some sort of instrument? His original purpose is forgotten.

Final take

❝ Wow~! ♡ You can really hold your own up in here. ❞ it was meant as a compliment, even with the gentle slur of her words. when had she found someone who could keep up with her, let alone enabled her little habit? ❝ Did we want to get another round? ❞

"I mean- if that's if I'm even aging here. Do people usually age? I definitely feel older…" In a rare moment of tactfulness, he doesn't say that probably has more to do with the fact that he was shot a few months ago than anything else.

The band playing tonight takes the stage across the crowded room from the bar they're sitting at. Till's expression doesn't change, but he starts bopping his head energetically to the music, happy that Kikuri chose somewhere with live music.

"They're pretty good! Especially their lead singer, she could be a pro."

"Thanks for taking me all this way out here." Is the first thing he says, after all though he'd made the request and she'd taken the time out of her day to do so. It was chilly, and he definitely made the right call wearing as many layers as he could before making the trip, but the sight of the icy palace makes it worth it in his opinion either way.

Although as much as he'd been interested, it's with hesitance that he faces the ballroom floor in the building. What would it sound like if he took a step forward, and what color would light those tiles? What if he made a fool of himself, even if he just walked across it? Maybe he doesn't want to know what would happen after all, excitement melting away into anxiety for now.

So maybe he's content just to watch as others that arrived before he had move across the floor, happy even just to have a chance to see it in person at least.