Charles Patricius

[Apollymi]

There was a surprising amount of realism in the issues of dealing with the expelled fluids of a teenage boy. Apparently, Atsushi likened the whole thing to shower based masturbation. His thinking about the things she shared knowledge of wasn't even the primary concern here and now. "Hm, yeah, it does get pretty thick," she murmured in general agreement. So to be dropped into a juice or a cola can instead. "I mean there are both of those options. I suppose if I have to have something a sharing a juice is better than a late night cola if I'm not also eating something," she said. Out of the bath she was drying off completely and subsequently slipping back into her abandoned articles of clothing. With that shirt being stretched just enoug to need to have its sleeve pushed back up on her shoulder. She'd stop by the counter and grab her phone wait at the bathroom door. "Come on, towel up, Onii-chan. We're sharing a juice and getting rid of the evidence~" She teased gently.

At the same time, Sakura was sinking into the depths of conquest. Or rather being conquered. It was no problem for her to be subjected to the physicality of one like Hiruko in fact this was exactly what she'd asked for and thus exactly what she wanted. She'd accept it all the way until morning if necessary. At the same time, Rita had subjected one of that same girl's fathers to something similar enough. She was settling into a bit of sleep amused that she'd managed to hold up for so long. When she woke, she'd definitely finish that cake and do several other things, but for now, she was content to sleep off her drunkenness and her bliss against the chest of a man she'd used to get her over the hump.

Interestingly enough, this wasn't the only thing taking place. In a bedroom, recently restored to its previous state, a young girl in comfortable clothes. She had finished one aspect of her work, having used her laptop and a controller to input a set of buttons to a specific aspect of gameplay. Once she was sure of those, she saved that information to a cloud server she'd been given permission to leave such things in. And afterwards she'd found herself... 'molesting' a keyboard she'd set up. A few key notes and she found herself gently testing the range of the song with inflections of her tone. It was mostly done to match a slightly mournful tune, with the slightest upturn at the end.

[Bloodedge]

"Say it again~" Atsushi said with a laugh after Rin's comment about ejaculate's thickness. He was taking his time drying off, but made reasonable enough work of it to follow along after Rin reached the door. As for the reason behind his slower process, he was of course... watching hers. Maybe they could have gone for the energy drink and made up the difference with a bit of bedroom action? No, that was too risky. "Juice it is. I don't think I need any kind of extra energy tonight," he agreed while wrapping a towel around his waist and taking his phone along as well.

The night was long. While beachgoers had to keep dealing with the ringing of Sakura's voice throughout the night air, a busy Iino Miko was subjected to another sort of ringing. Specifically, she was getting an impromptu late-night call from one Mikami Takao. He wasn't often one for doing such things, but he knew Miko was the sort who would likely be up throughout the night. Something big was coming, and she had to know as soon as possible. In calling, Takao only hoped he didn't pick a time during which Miko was too... immersed in that new keyboard. That probably wouldn't yield any results, he assumed.

[Apollymi]

Atsushi wanted a repeat of the piece of information that Rin had shared. His semen was a rather thick, she imagined that sort of thing was teasing in nature. But they'd already spent the evening so far having sex in the bathtub, she probably shouldn't be encouraging any more of his wild thoughts. Of course, a smirk came ot her face as she decided that teasing was the right turn of events. "Are? Onii-chan... are you trying to get me say more dirty things to you?" she whispered while sliding her shorts up onto her hips. Of course, she would continue doing so, if only because she found it amusing, but even she knew that having sex in their bedroom with their parents right down the hall... wasn't the best idea. And though he was a bit slower getting dressed, that was fine as she knew that he was looking at her still. To the kitchen they went, and then a ceremonial stance in front of the fridge opened it to reveal, juice, energy drinks, colas, a few bottles of wine. "Yuzu? Sakura? Melon?" she asked looking over the types... Which ever was chosen she'd pull out and share with him. Seemingly amused by the situation.

That one note was the only one to slip from between her lips after that first set of notes. Why? Well because Iino Miko was sitting on the bed and hearing the ringing of her phone. She'd become a bit more popular in the last couple of days, and with all of her most important friends within the area, and several of them in the house, she was far from assuming someone who called her wouldn't be in need of her direct attention. A flicker of candle light danced in front of her eyes, as she looked up at the tealights across her new keyboard. Oh well.. atmosphere was put together but she could give it a bit more time. She looked at her screen and saw a picture of Mikami Takao, one she'd taken herself from above him while they were hanging out in a remote place. "Moshi moshi♪!~" she sang, he was interrupting but she'd never see a call from him as a true interruption. No, instead she smiled and the group outside the room took note of the quietness which settled in.

[Bloodedge]

Was Atsu trying to goad Rin into more dirty statements? In all actuality, he certainly was. So many opportunities had been laid out in front of them, he intended to leap at each one that came to mind. If any failed, he'd have the knowledge that an attempt was made... such as this time, somewhat. "Maybe? Either way, that sounded kind of dirty," he replied. When they reached the kitchen, Rin took the liberty of checking the fridge. The options she gave were yuzu, sakura and melon. The way Atsushi saw things, there was a clear answer at this particular moment, even if he fancied all options. "Melon, no doubt," he answered swiftly.

Speaking of swift answers, Takao's call was picked up more quickly than he expected. He was quite surprised that it was so late, she had a new toy to fiddle with, and she still had ears for a ringing phone. As such, there was an audible gasp from Takao's end upon her answer. "Eh, really? I thought I'd have to call three times minimum before you picked up. Did I manage to catch you right before you mounted that keyboard?" he asked, laughing all the while. "Guess I lost that bet. Who told you to start pulling out surprises?" he continued. Takao's tone didn't imply much by way of sobriety; he'd definitely been through a couple of drinks recently. Well, he was on a tour bus, and had ample reasons to do some casual night drinking.

[Apollymi]

Atsushi's and Rin's relationship even before this very moment, had moments of sarcasm and flirtation thrown in periodically. Now it seemed both of them were apt to take advantage of the freedom they had to see and speak to each other casually. Here and now, Rin had some inkling that saying whatever random things popped into her head might lead to some interesting reactions from Atsushi, and she was not failed in this. He claimed that he might have been trying to get her to say such a thing, but that what she'd said did sound a bit dirty. "Oh did it? I had no idea~" she said with a casual rolling of her eyes. Standing in front of a refridgerator she repeated an action repeated by every person on the planet who'd ever stood in front of such an appliance. She opened it looked around and took stock of the choices. Luckily, it wasn't just up to her what was being taken, if it had been, she might have closed it before opening it up again. When presented with flavors, melon was the choice, so it'd be that sort of bottle with the large opening and full plastic around it covering its contents that she took from within. "Hai hai, melon's always a good choice~" she claimed as she used her left hand to open the bottle while closing the door with her hip. And then, she'd have a casual drink before handing it over. Why not, they were both thirsty after all.

It would appear that Miko had managed to be a bit surprising when picking up her phone. Though studious and attentive when necessary, nights usually belonged to her and her music. It was something even her father knew about her... which led to him trying to get her to sleep more... but sleep she would not. No, she'd been about to begin a composition or four, when her phone had rung and since it was one of few people she felt the desire to make time for, she took a break to answer. His first words however were ones which made the lass pout. Her face puffing up as he commented on her supposed activities before this moment. "Yes, really. And it would have been more like five missed calls. Also and maybe most importantly, I don't mount keyboards..." she said almost huffily. The truth of the matter was, if she was going to mount something, a keyboard was rather low on the list. Still the sound of his voice implied a certain lack of sobriety. She wasn't upset, he should enjoy himself after all... and she wasn't actually upset. The sort of teasing he gave, was exactly the sort to pass between them at all times. "No one had to tell me to pull, surprises... it's my natural leaning~" she said in a way which sounded like a joke but it was the truth of her as a being right now. She appeared to be one way, and she was another... so, she was surprising to many. "And you shouldn't bet on my habits... I've been doing a lot of growing lately," she added, though the specifics of that weren't common knowledge it was still true enough that she'd advise against such bets.

[Bloodedge]

And so, teen sex partners who suddenly found themselves stepsiblings to top it all off, began sharing a melon-flavored drink in the kitchen of a new house. For them, the first night passing would be marked a success ─ at least from Atsushi's perspective. Perhaps that was just because their shared sex life was looking more positive than ever? Well, that was a good reason in his book.

Meanwhile, Takao's surprise was quick to disappear in favor of the usual good laughs. Miko corrected him, claiming five calls would have passed before an answer was given. That sounded about right, actually. As for the matter of her keyboard mounting hobby, or alleged lack thereof, he'd be corrected again. Miko did not mount keyboards. "No mounting, huh? Then maybe you're fiddling with its insides instead? Hey, I don't judge!" he responded. Moving on from that, Miko claimed to have done a lot of growing lately, so her habits weren't to be wagered on. There were many things Takao could say about that, but what slipped from his mouth was a total accident. "Well we can all see that," he blurted out. Just then, Takao cleared his throat. There was a purpose to this call other than poking fun at Miko's obsession; he'd have to address it before forgetting. "Oh! This isn't just a random call, by the way. I got a call from Mitchel a few minutes ago. . ."

[Apollymi]

The sex lives of a pair of teens was opening up with relative ease. In fact, Rin was rather happily sharing that melon flavored drink thinking that their interactions weren't normally so... relaxed in pace. It was definitely something she could get used to, and with that in mind... the problem of them not having the internet yet wasn't even a problem. Hell, she'd even call their sharing of a bed room something of a bonus as long as they could keep their parents at ease about the nature of their relationship, but that was something which could be considered some other time. For now, they'd share the sweet sips of victory.

Meanwhile, a different kind of conversation was taking place over the phone. The not so gentle teasing of Mikami Takao was something Miko was used to and in all honesty didn't realize she missed so much until encountering him today. She'd let slide his little harassing statements so long as the nostalgia and novelty lasted, which in her case would likely be forever. "Oi, you make it sound so sordid. It's just a girl, keyboard and some candles... nothing so naughty," she said still managing to sound a bit huffy, even so it was all in good fun. "Also you have absolutely no room to judge~" she summarized soon after. Ah, but their joking banter wasn't something which would stop, not even when he let slip from his lips noticing her growth. This was the second time he'd mentioned properly seeing her and she wondered if there was something to that... well, it wasn't something she could directly question and it was a good thing. "Box it. Good thing to know the world at large still has working eyes..." she said. Perhaps there was a tirade coming, but the clearing of Takao's throat implied he actually had a reason for calling her and it wasn't just to make sure she took a break from molesting her keyboard. "Oh? Not just a random call... good to know you wouldn't call me just to make sure I'm not getting too attached to my new keyboard," she said scoffing lightly. "Mitchel called you, is he okay?" she asked with a legitimate bit of concern. She'd only met Mitchel a hand full of times, but he did manage to make a lasting impression on her... if only because of his demeanor.

[Bloodedge]

A girl, a keyboard and some candles. Takao may have heard hundreds, even thousands of odd combinations in his life, but this... "Not a normal mix of things. You can't keep trying to make a romantic night with a keyboard normal," he insisted. True to Miko's words however, he really didn't have room to judge. Takao actually had to pause and think about that for a moment. "That's different. I'm just strumming mine until it makes sweet music, and that... is what it wants done~" he countered jovially.

Regarding more serious matters, the call from one called Mitchel was something Miko needed to know about. Takao wouldn't have actually called the girl just to stop her keyboard molestation; he honestly understood it to an extent. He would, however, interrupt anything for the meeting of a lifetime. There were now multiple minds, multiple voices of a generation, all moving toward one major event. How could he resist giving it a push? "He's fine... Well, relatively speaking. He's not overdosing or anything. But, he is... apparently in the prefecture. He thinks we spoke about it before, even though we definitely didn't, but he's in the prefecture right now. He's planning on crashing a show or two, and also... releasing the album everyone's been waiting for~" he said, pausing for dramatic effect. "The plan was apparently for tomorrow. Not happening. He's got some issues with his tour bus and stuff. By issues, I mean... he said he lost it? Not sure what that means, but yeah."

[Apollymi]

Takao thought that Miko was trying to make a romantic night alone with her keyboard sound normal. She wasn't, he had no idea how very attached she was, and how much she wanted to actually romance a keyboard after 300 years of not seeing one. "I just like candles. They aren't just romantic, they are comforting sources of natural light. Natural light is easier on my senses," she stated obviously willing to argue any point down if necessary. Of course, when she pointed out that he had no room to talk... he had something rather questionable to say about it. He just strummed until it made sweet music, and that was what it wanted. 'If you wanted to hear sweet music from strumming, you should have told me!~' her most invasive thought yet had her closing her eyes in a dark room and exhaling slowly. 'Shut up brain, we are talking like normal people right now!' she claimed. Though even in her own mind that seemed half-hearted. 'Box it. Those are way too frequent around him now,' she said about her own invasive thoughts, perhaps it was simply a matter of nostalgia and going native that had her mentally directing sexual energy towards someone whom she was comfortable around? "Uh-huh... you're personifying and that sounds way more romantic than anything I've done with a keyboard. And you are doing it like all the time, and in front of people. Definitely no room to talk..." she concluded. Yes, she'd done it, somehow she'd managed not to out herself... maybe.

But all of that jolly conversation would take a back seat to the discussion of Mitchel. A shared friend who... by words alone was still up to his old habits. Relatively fine, was what was said, which was about all that could be expected. He hadn't overdosed and he was currently in the same prefecture that they were. Odd. He was planning on crashing Takao's show, great for the crowds and wanted to release his album. "Oh?" that was all she said at first, why? Well, this wasn't an immediate thing because according to Takao, the man in question had lost his tour bus. "Wait wait wait... that's a lot to unpack. Are we sure he isn't overdosing? How do you lose a tour bus? And, he's releasing an album while he's here!?" This was all crazy and way too coincidental. It also happened to be, way too good an opportunity to pass up. She had to be there for that recording, it would be well worth it. And she'd already mentioned hanging out with Takao at some point this week, they were at their best in those sorts of situations. And she'd even have tomorrow's shopping trip to make sure she bought new things to keep in his tour bus to fit her current growth and stylistic choices. All could be right in the world.

[Bloodedge]

Though Miko argued against the purpose behind candles, she did nothing to discredit the romantic setting they provided. Takao did nothing but laugh. He knew this would be something she argued into oblivion, so he'd say nothing else about it. Well... maybe not nothing else. "Does the keyboard know it's not supposed to be for romance?" he asked in a sarcastic tone. A strange silence fell upon the conversation for just a moment after Takao's talk of strumming. Maybe he was drunk and imagining it? Whatever the case, Miko pointed out a list of issues with that claim eventually. "Music is romance inherently. You know that. Besides, there are so many people out there who want to see and hear it, how could I cut them out of the show? Well... that's not a 'me' question. You're the one among us that has the answer to that."

Mitchel, as he was called, could indeed have been en route to drug overdose. That could have been the case at any given moment, but he didn't believe it was so this time. Losing an entire tour bus didn't make any sense at all. On the other hand, it didn't sound like the most ridiculous thing Takao ever heard from that man. "If anyone's going to lose an entire bus, he'll be the one to do it. He's been spiraling pretty bad since the last album," he explained. "Anyway, yeah. He's got a bunch of songs that have only been performed live, and he needs those recorded. We don't have a date yet, but I figured you might want to know at least. Interested?"

[Apollymi]

Sarcasm was par for the course in a conversation between Miko and Takao. Of course, when the young man chose to point out the romantic aspects between Miko and her keyboard she had a very important distinction to make. "The keyboard knows how I feel about it... I am just not crazy enough to expect reciprocation," she stated firmly. This was how Miko felt about most things. To her many individuals and things were much more important than herself, she had no reason to assume she even made the radar of something as large conceptually to make an impact on how it felt. But that didn't just apply to pianos either. Ah but a point of philosophy was being shared, music was inherently romance, and others wanted to be part of it. That being the case, Takao wasn't the type to cut them out and she was the only one of their group who did so, by remaining out of the public eye. "That is a loaded question. I think now my current answer would be, because my romance is with the music. The process is where I find the romance in music, what everyone else gets to enjoy is after and doesn't have anything to do with me..." she concluded. Yes, that sounded more like an answer now. She wasn't interested in how her works were perceived but she was happy if people were enjoying her music, she didn't think they needed the extra association of her with her music to make it more or less palatable.

Ah, but this conversation wasn't one solely about the emotional issues of Iino Miko as an artist and her own perceptions of her craft. No, this was about another, one called Mitchel, who had been spiraling apparently and was indeed the most likely of them all to lose an entire tour bus. His last album had been the starting point of his spiral and a bunch of his music which had only been performed live. "Sou ka..." she murmured thinking about it. Did she want to take part in this? "First, this is definitely something I am interested in, that isn't even a question!" she said almost explosively. She had some other things to do before then, but she wouldn't be not part of music when she'd been so alone with her music before. "I will of course need a few more details, but now that I finished my actual work, I don't technically have anything I have to do, that I don't plan to be done with in the next day or so..." she expressed of herself. She really had no problem leaving herself quite open to a recording session. And she'd get to spend more time with Takao which she wouldn't be turning down at all.

[Bloodedge]

Between the two, there was a very strong disagreement. It was something that never led to a true argument or falling out of any sort, but something that intrinsically differed from one to the other. It had been years, but Takao would finally be sharing his opinion on the matter. "We might never agree on that. I look at it differently. The way I see it... music is romance, but not personified. I think music is a tool that connects people's hearts and dreams. If there isn't someone on each end, there's no point. That's my opinion, but I don't hate you for yours," he rambled.

As for the appearance of Mitchel, it seemed the question never needed asking. Takao didn't know if the brunette was free or busy. Apparently, she was the former. "I was hoping you'd say that," Takao mentioned while looking at his own schedule for the next week or so. Miko needed details, but he didn't have them. She should have known as much based on the person they were discussing. "You want details from a guy who lost a tour bus? If I had to guess, I'd say it'll probably be during the convention. If not... then it'll be my last show in Osaka for this trip. That puts the window either within a week, or within two. I'll text you updates as I get them."

[Apollymi]

Something very interesting would soon be coming out of Takao's mouth over the phone. He and Miko had one real disagreement, which never ruined anything between them but instead seemed to be the thing which both brought them closer together and placed a marked difference between them as people. If Miko saw her work as a simple thing unto itself, then Takao saw said works of his own as the thing which facilitated connections between individuals. "Sou ka, you know what... I actually understand how you got there now..." she said thoughtfully. "I couldn't hate you for an opinion like that either. Hm, though it definitely clarifies a few things... box it," she mused quietly, somehow this knowledge and understanding was important she just hadn't worked out how. Those fingers of hers were still gently pressing keys not enough to make sound just enough for her to feel like she wasn't sitting too still. Well, she'd never heard him phrase it this way, but to understand the difference in their ideologies was a combination of smaller factors, none of them would make her hate him, it was simply a different in the way that the saw things. Neither had to be right or wrong in this particular case, but given his actual reasoning, she could easily see herself meeting him somewhere in the middle on his stance. Music for her was just what it was, how it was used or interpreted up to the individuals, but if one saw it as a connection, she could definitely see the lack of purpose. This was simply based upon her understanding and visualization of Sakura's ability the previous day. Some things were easier understood with visuals after all... but if to Takao the music was the strings that connected people, she understood his desire to share it as he did.

Ah, but their own philosophies aside, there was something of a musical gathering taking place. According to Takao, he was hoping she'd be interested and to Miko there was never another option. Perhaps someday they'd come to understand the truth of that kind of conversation between them. The details she needed were apparently, not yet found. She shouldn't have expected them from a guy who lost his tour bus. "I suppose it is too much to ask considering that... he needs adult supervision," she mentioned still, she could leave herself some openings depending on the time of day and such. So long as unnecessary overlaps weren't taking place she could mediate it a bit. "Right, my parents mentioned the convention and so did you. I was gonna toss it up to the group when everyone was back so I should be free-ish during that time. I am in this area for a few months so it doesn't really matter as long as it doesn't overlap with any of the other stuff I have to do," she said giving it some general thought. Technically speaking aside from schooling and any trips to the other world her time wouldn't be so full. Well there was the matter of her newest hobby but she already had some people to fill that void in her life as well. "Hai hai, text me updates. And I'll make a note to pick up some new stuff when I am out tomorrow to replace my stuff in your bus. Then I won't have to worry too much about lodgings if I end up out late," she said fine with that lesser amount of planning ahead. She removed her phone from her ear to set the note. "Don't worry about it though, you can definitely call me if I really need to be somewhere. Spring break is still happening for the time being so I don't have work or school obligations now that I've finished the stuff for Industrial Illusions," she said firmly. No matter what she had every intention of being a part of that upcoming recording session, and she could even rely on Kaguya for cover if need be, not that she planned on keeping everything a complete secret. Actually, given what Takao was like she might end up having to introduce him to everyone anyway pretty soon. That one would have to be logged away for later, given his own life he might not be interested in magical world extra life, she'd have to ask that at some point as well.

[Bloodedge]

After a very long time, there was finally an understanding about two differing ideologies. Miko sounded like she'd reached an understanding, whether she made the full mental trip or not. Either way, the important matter at hand had been addressed. Three music legends of the modern generation would be meeting to create songs the likes of which this world could sink its teeth into. Before that could happen though, they both had to get the details. Takao actually hoped the convention would be the right time. Takao heard enough about Miko's freedom in the near future, committing it to memory right away. "Hmm. I think that'll work out nicely. If he wants to do anything in the next couple of days, I'll try pushing it back," he stated.

Miko being around for a few months was a boon as well. Takao had a bit of wiggle room before the next city he toured to. He preferred avoiding immediate trips to the next location whenever possible, so there was always a bit of space... but this time, he happened to have some extra. "I might stick around Osaka for a while. However long that is, I'll chat with you tomorrow. We should get started on a duet album while all the juices are flowing. Ja!" he said. With that, if Miko had nothing else to address, Takao would be ending the call and returning to his late night activity of choice.

[Apollymi]

Conversations like the ones they were currently having were bound to progress in some way or another. Even though they maintained a difference in opinion, they still maintained their friendship. Here and now though the busyness of Miko's life was something that Takao was willing to work around or at least help her with so she could be part of the next big musical outpouring. "Hai, I appreciate it. I should be all clear after a day~" she said happily. Spending time making music was something she definitely wanted to do. Without question, Iino Miko missed this part of her friend group as well... even if they were... odder overall.

As they moved on from timing and planning, it would seem their time speaking to each other was coming to an end. That was almost sad, but Miko knew they'd be hanging out more directly a bit later. Moreover, it seemed that Takao might be hanging around in Osaka for a bit longer than he normally stayed over while doing shows. That was surprising news indeed. What was more he was planning to speak with her the next day as well and spoke of a duet album. "Hai hai, if you are going to be around a bit longer we might be able to hang out more than just the once. I have a few things for you to hear already, and maybe a few more. I'll get back to it. Ja ne, Takushi♪!~" Miko said. She wasn't one to keep him from his evening of fun, instead she'd hang up her phone and return her fingers to the keys. Those gentle presses became another string of and those little candle lights flickered repeatedly as the sounds of her night and her musical writing returned to her properly.