For someone as young as you, it's pretty fucking bold.
( as soon as the words escaped her lips, she nearly dragged them back into her mouth as a certain blue-haired bass player came into her mind. truthfully she knew better than to assume someone of mai's age was incapable of doing questionable things. she herself had ditched her cold grandmother's home when she passed away and moved in with her boyfriend almost living like a married couple for a short period of time. the intensity of that relationship for someone as young as her shaped who she was now-
but she won't ask mai about her risqué endeavors, whatever those might be. knowing her own history with others, she was sure the girl would tell her all she wanted to know or didn't as everyone else had with her. nana would sit back and listen, keeping her own secrets to her heart unless outright asked. as it stood now, the little attitude mai had wasn't making her as keen to opening too much. for now. )
Sure sure, follow me.
( with a wave of her hand, she began to walk into the building going past the various stimulating sounds, smells, and even odors of others smoking and stuffing their faces down with all the fried foods popular in tokyo. from chicken karaage to fried gyoza, all of it was available and being indulged by others.
as such, once they made their way into their room, mai was easily affirmed that she wasn't the only one starving for food- nana's stomach was more than happy to fill the room with the sound of a rumbling stomach. even cool girls like her had their moments of comedy. )
Sure, don't go too crazy considering you're paying.
( the words come out of her so naturally despite her previous instance of being the comedic relief and soon she's falling over onto the couch square in front of the table. her hands immediately reached for the mics as she began to tune them to the right setting. once that was done, she turned towards mai and held one out to her. )
How about I start with an easy song? To warm up? Maybe something on the western side of the catalog.
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( as soon as the words escaped her lips, she nearly dragged them back into her mouth as a certain blue-haired bass player came into her mind. truthfully she knew better than to assume someone of mai's age was incapable of doing questionable things. she herself had ditched her cold grandmother's home when she passed away and moved in with her boyfriend almost living like a married couple for a short period of time. the intensity of that relationship for someone as young as her shaped who she was now-
but she won't ask mai about her risqué endeavors, whatever those might be. knowing her own history with others, she was sure the girl would tell her all she wanted to know or didn't as everyone else had with her. nana would sit back and listen, keeping her own secrets to her heart unless outright asked. as it stood now, the little attitude mai had wasn't making her as keen to opening too much. for now. )
Sure sure, follow me.
( with a wave of her hand, she began to walk into the building going past the various stimulating sounds, smells, and even odors of others smoking and stuffing their faces down with all the fried foods popular in tokyo. from chicken karaage to fried gyoza, all of it was available and being indulged by others.
as such, once they made their way into their room, mai was easily affirmed that she wasn't the only one starving for food- nana's stomach was more than happy to fill the room with the sound of a rumbling stomach. even cool girls like her had their moments of comedy. )
Sure, don't go too crazy considering you're paying.
( the words come out of her so naturally despite her previous instance of being the comedic relief and soon she's falling over onto the couch square in front of the table. her hands immediately reached for the mics as she began to tune them to the right setting. once that was done, she turned towards mai and held one out to her. )
How about I start with an easy song? To warm up? Maybe something on the western side of the catalog.