With a sigh, Jun noted the time. He tiredly shoved his platinum blond bangs from his eyes, the coffee brown orbs studying the world with a bored undertone. With his black nails visible from underneath the nearly white locks of hair, Jun could feel the soft strands shift around his shoulders and back as he continued to run his hand through his hair. One fine brow curved slightly upward from a scar long ago healed, and the man himself seemed to carry himself with an air of hesitant confidence.
An electric bass was slung over his shoulder, the instrument worn and loved through the years of use. The paint was shining dully, but proudly as the sun reflected off the black paint. The red strings and neck were a darker color, not bright, but more like a relaxing red.
Jun shifted the strap and knocked on the door before him. He checked the address again for one last assurance he’d gotten the right address. He glanced around at the neighbor hood while he waited, feeling very small and insignificant in this world of high-class citizen ship.
The houses around this block were all large; three story buildings with grand windows and brick siding. Green lawns were well cared for by hired workers and the fences never went dull or chipped their paint due to constant maintenance. The place was perfect, a Utopia for the rich. And here he was, a slum kid with little money, standing outside one of the houses with an old, out of date bass over his shoulder, and feeling very out of place. He jumped slightly as the door opened to reveal… a dog?
The dog was more of a mutt, so to speak. It held the markings of a German shepherd but was built like a pit bull. A spiked collar hung around it’s neck, a small, pink, bone shaped tag hanging from it with the word “Fluffy” written in fancy script. The sight would have been frightening had it not been for that one, small detail.
Jun blinked in amusement before snorting as he fought the urge to laugh. The dog just merely perked up its ears and proceeded to slobber all over itself. After a few seconds of this staring contest going on, the dog- Fluffy, as Jun had guessed- barked once before turning and walking a way. It stopped a few feet into the house and looked back at Jun before barking once again and taking three more steps. Jun caught on and walked in, closing the door behind him and removing his shoes, as was custom in these homes. He glanced around, very uncomfortable. The dog walked over and grabbed hold of his hand, gently tugging him into the building.
A yelp caught Jun’s attention from a nearby room, one he guessed they were headed for, and a crash soon followed. He cringed. That hadn’t sounded good.
“NO!!!!!! NO! IT’S BURNING!!!” the voice screeched, confirming that Jun was at the right house. The dog dragged Jun into the room, which he found to be the kitchen, and found Kei, the owner of the house crying over a pan of noodles.
Kei was an interesting character with his mother being Japanese and his father American; he was a heartthrob amongst the women. His blue eyes were wide and full of life while his grin could out shine even the sun. He was taller than Jun; the shorter’s stature being only 5’7” while Kei stood at a grand 5’9”. The taller man’s voice was musical when singing, but when he talked it sounded almost loud and obnoxious. And yet, some how, people managed to get past that annoyance and fall for Kei’s charm in some way. Jun’s fall had been to the offer of bassist for Kei’s newest band, Spiral.
An electric bass was slung over his shoulder, the instrument worn and loved through the years of use. The paint was shining dully, but proudly as the sun reflected off the black paint. The red strings and neck were a darker color, not bright, but more like a relaxing red.
Jun shifted the strap and knocked on the door before him. He checked the address again for one last assurance he’d gotten the right address. He glanced around at the neighbor hood while he waited, feeling very small and insignificant in this world of high-class citizen ship.
The houses around this block were all large; three story buildings with grand windows and brick siding. Green lawns were well cared for by hired workers and the fences never went dull or chipped their paint due to constant maintenance. The place was perfect, a Utopia for the rich. And here he was, a slum kid with little money, standing outside one of the houses with an old, out of date bass over his shoulder, and feeling very out of place. He jumped slightly as the door opened to reveal… a dog?
The dog was more of a mutt, so to speak. It held the markings of a German shepherd but was built like a pit bull. A spiked collar hung around it’s neck, a small, pink, bone shaped tag hanging from it with the word “Fluffy” written in fancy script. The sight would have been frightening had it not been for that one, small detail.
Jun blinked in amusement before snorting as he fought the urge to laugh. The dog just merely perked up its ears and proceeded to slobber all over itself. After a few seconds of this staring contest going on, the dog- Fluffy, as Jun had guessed- barked once before turning and walking a way. It stopped a few feet into the house and looked back at Jun before barking once again and taking three more steps. Jun caught on and walked in, closing the door behind him and removing his shoes, as was custom in these homes. He glanced around, very uncomfortable. The dog walked over and grabbed hold of his hand, gently tugging him into the building.
A yelp caught Jun’s attention from a nearby room, one he guessed they were headed for, and a crash soon followed. He cringed. That hadn’t sounded good.
“NO!!!!!! NO! IT’S BURNING!!!” the voice screeched, confirming that Jun was at the right house. The dog dragged Jun into the room, which he found to be the kitchen, and found Kei, the owner of the house crying over a pan of noodles.
Kei was an interesting character with his mother being Japanese and his father American; he was a heartthrob amongst the women. His blue eyes were wide and full of life while his grin could out shine even the sun. He was taller than Jun; the shorter’s stature being only 5’7” while Kei stood at a grand 5’9”. The taller man’s voice was musical when singing, but when he talked it sounded almost loud and obnoxious. And yet, some how, people managed to get past that annoyance and fall for Kei’s charm in some way. Jun’s fall had been to the offer of bassist for Kei’s newest band, Spiral.
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