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            <sub>Meito is prepared, just as every other night, to pack up his guitar and carry
on through the doors as if nothing had just happened. No one usually approaches
him, and in all honesty he’s more than alright with that. He may enjoy music and 
all it has to offer, but he’s not sure he’d ever be able to handle the spotlight that 
comes with it.

            So he’s definitely not expecting for the sudden tap on the shoulder of a man
clad in soft shades of blue; and he’s definitely not expecting for the words that follow
to be from someone that he, undoubtedly, has idolized for a very, very long time.

                                     ♂     —  ” Ho — holy… holy shit — “

            It takes a moment — he has to double check and see if he’s actually looking
at the right person, or if maybe it’s just a damn lucky look a like, or even just a 
cosplayer. But the voice and everything matches up, and now he’s left to take 
another breather, rub his eyes, and expel words among breathless laughter.</sub> 

                                   <sub>♂     —  ” Oh — no way! You’re — you’re Kaito Shion, 
                                               right? Ah — I mean, I mean, thank you — really. 
                                               That means a shit ton to hear from someone…well,
                                                from someone like you — ha, wow! Wow.. say what’s
                                                a guy as famous as you doing here anyways? ‘f all
                                                places ta be, you come around to a shitty little  
                                                coffee shop…wow. Of all the places to meet you, 
                                                I would’ve never expected here. ”

             A somewhat clustered mess are his words while his shoulder aches from the
weight of his guitar and his hand sheepishly rubs the back of his neck, coursing through
frazzled brown locks that drip with sweat from overheating under the lights of a small
stage. He’s still blinking rapidly to see if he isn’t dreaming — if maybe he’d fallen asleep
at the bar before his set was up.</sub>

 

_{The reaction from the other male is something Kaito’s experienced before. However, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to it. The man’s stumbling over his words and staring at him as if he expects him to disappear at any moment. Ironically, such a thing is equally as surreal for the famous singer, whose own cheeks flush in flustered embarrassment. They make quite a pair, really.}

     _{❄~ “Ahh, really – I’m not that – I mean …”}

_{He utters a sheepish chuckle, far too aware of how utterly ridiculous it must be for him to be so flustered at such a reaction. He wonders if Miku is made so uncomfortable by such encounters. And, yet, uncomfortable is not the right word – It’s not altogether unpleasant, this feeling. It's embarrassing, yes, but also mixed with a sort of hesitant pride. He’s a rather humble person by nature, but it’s difficult not to be at least a little pleased when something like this happens. It’s with a smile that he explains his current placement.}

     _{❄~ “I like this sort of thing. Listening to music makes me happy.”}

_{A glance to the stage, where a scrawny kid in baggy clothes is plucking along on an out-of-key guitar. Kaito winces when his voice cracks along simple notes – He doesn’t want to be rude to someone who is clearly just beginning, but at the same time he can’t help but think that he would never have performed in public, when he was still learning.}

     _{❄~ “Ahhh … Listening to most music makes me happy.”}

_{Not to say that he doesn’t enjoy the sounds of an eager learner, but such sounds should be confined to one’s own home, or the home of one’s teacher. Still, he’s glad that the boy has a passion for music … Maybe. Judging by the looks he’s shooting to two girls around his age as he sings about his wounded soul, maybe the boy’s intentions weren’t entirely altruistic.}