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Post by Mekiel Echigo on Dec 24, 2011 23:33:06 GMT -8
The sky was dark and star-covered, rain fell rather lightly. It was beautiful weather, and what did Mekiel choose to do? Play guitar. In the rain. He was seated at a park bench, just jamming.
"Day after day, it reappears..." Yeah, he's singing, too.
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Dec 25, 2011 16:09:28 GMT -8
"... If you're expecting me to toss some loose change at you, think again... Mekky."
A familiar voice deadpanned, as a hooded figure with a katana slung on his back came walking up to Mekiel, carrying an already opened umbrella and sheltering Kazuya from the light rain.
"... Haven't seen you in a long while. Would it hurt to send a postcard or even a 'Wish You Were Here!'?"
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Post by Mekiel Echigo on Dec 26, 2011 9:28:28 GMT -8
In the middle of an intense solo, he just stopped, looking up with squinted eyes. A gigantic smile spread from ear to ear and his face lit up - damn, it's been a while.
"Well I'll be a fire-fartin' wheel barrow..." He laughed for a moment, setting his guitar beside him, not doing much to get it out of the rain since he'd been playing in it anyway. "Hey, man, if I could afford a post card, I wouldn't be a street-side musician in apocalypse central, here, would?" Another joke. Mekky had lots of money to spare.
"It's been a while, bro, how ya been?
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Post by Kazuya Hikari on Dec 27, 2011 21:12:00 GMT -8
"... That's not right, I'm The Flame Master here, Mekky."
Kazuya argued monotonously, even lifting his free hand up and flicking his index finger up, made a flame the size of a lighter flame appear on the tip of his finger, illuminating his face up, before making the flame disappear just as quickly as it had appeared. Walking over to Mekiel, Kazuya would hold half the umbrella over Mekiel, the other half still covering him.
"... You lie, you were just too lazy to write something. But it's good to see you Mekky, I've been doing alright. I'm currently in my first year of university and working part-time in my father's company."
Holding his free hand out for a fist bump, Kazuya would peer down at his best buddy and broski from the bottom of his peripheral vision.
"How about you Mekky? How have you been?"
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