1625/Shaky Foundation

Shaky Foundation
Date of Scene:	17 June 2016
Location:	Mitakihara/Pikarigaoka - King Penguin Park
Synopsis:	Kurota and Mizudori are reunited after spending months grounded after running away to America to keep the band together when their vocalist's family moved. Nagihiko and Temari are treated to an impromptu concert, and both Mizudori and Kurota find Nagihiko exceptionally pretty and this, and Mizudori's weird affectionate behavior, are both supremely confusing for poor Kurota, Edgelord of the Keys.
Cast of Characters:	Mizudori Teion, Kurota Aizawa, Nadeshiko Fujisaki

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Mizudori Teion has posed:
It's late night in King Penguin Park. This is usually a bad idea unless you've got magic defenses, and even then it's sometimes a bad idea unless you're also not alone and your friend is also magical.

Mizudori Teion is magical, but is alone for the moment, waiting for Kurota Aizawa to show up so they can start some shit or maybe just drink 40s and grouse about parents and about how months of enforced super-groundedness results in their band spending months in inactivity. (On the plus side it's also months of not getting bugged by the Static, but that's a worry in and of itself.)

She is currently slouched down far on a park bench, smoking a cigarette and either playing otome games she'll never admit to or making phonemusic. Either way she does have giant headphones on, does not look remotely magical, and is prime pickings for any old energy vampire.

Good thing there aren't any around.

She looks cranky.

Kurota Aizawa has posed:
    Kurota Aizara has come to the park to see Mizu-chan. They haven't seen each other in a while- see above re: super-groundedness. That's what literally fleeing the country will get you, as it turns out. He might be feeling slightly nervous about seeing her again for the first time in like four months, but that'd be stupid because they've been best friends for like, bunches of years. So he isn't nervous at all, even though the text he got 'inviting' him nearly made his phone's profanity filter melt.

    The first thing Mizu knows about his presence is a pair of hands clapping on her shoulders from behind the park bench. And he is leaning over her shoulder, staring with interest at the screen which may contain embarassing otome-games or may contain phonemusic. "Hey, whatcha doin'?" He asks with a malevolent grin, though she may not be able to hear him with those giant headphones on, even though his mouth is only separated form her ear by selfsame headphones.

    His greeting is casually mocking, but considering the fact that he had to sneak out after still-strict-if-not-brutal-curfew in order to be here at all, it's possible to assume that he actually did want to come.

Nadeshiko Fujisaki has posed:
Out in the shadows, coming down the dark and mysterious path, is someone who...is not an energy vampire.

There isn't a specific reason why Nagihiko's in the park. He's finished with basketball practice, and after that dance practice, and now he's just...unstressing.

"Na-chan, it's heavy."

He turns his head to see Temari lugging a small bag that is still about twice her size. He grins and takes it from her. "You wanted to carry it." He peeks inside. "You want some now or later?"

"Later, I think. I'm still full from dinner."

"Yeah. I'm t--"

Whatever he's about to say is cut off when he spots a girl, oblivious and wearing headphones, and either someone who knows her or a really creepy individual.

Just in case, he meanders closer.

Mizudori Teion has posed:
Mizu, of course, jumps at the sudden hands on her shoulders, tensing-- and there's a crackle of shadow and greenish lightning that skims across her skin; her hands freeze on her phone and pause the game to silence (for indeed, it is an otome game with very pretty bishounen in it) just in time for her to hear Kurota's question.

Her answer is very, very low-voiced.

"Considering," she says, "whether or not to deck you. Serve your ass right, trying to spook me."

She's having trouble figuring out whether her heart is beating that fast because she just got scared or because Kurota's so close. He must hear it. It's thumping like a bass line, rushing in her ears. Absence makes the--

No, it's totally because he scared the crap out of her.

She twists around, slamming her phone down on her thigh, and glares bright-eyed daggers at Kurota. As she pulls her headphones off and shakes out her cloud of sea-green hair, scowling, she demands, "What the hell! You--" He must have wanted to come here. He's here and it can't have been easy. But he's making fun of her! But they do that...

She trails off, hiding her confusion and jerking her gaze away.

Kurota Aizawa has posed:
    Kurota smirks. He saw the game alright, even if only for a second before she managed to blank the screen.. but he's an accomplished asshole, which means he doesn't make a joke about it right now, he saves it for later. One must use one's weapons wisely.

    However, he does dance backwards, laughing, at the threat about possibly decking him, not because he's particularly scared but because he knows she'll actually do it, and a bruised cheek would probably let on to his parents that he snuck out, unless he can set up a convincing-enough fake fall in his room, and they've more or less gotten wise to that trick.

    He didn't miss that crackle of energy across her skin either, of course, and his smirking triumph at having startled her, even if she didn't squeak like he was hoping she would, remains on his face as he meets her bright-eyed glare when she turns around. "S'matter, Mizu-chan? You haven't gone soft since I haven't been around to keep you on your toes, have ya?" He winks, then comes around the bench and plops right down next to her.

    "You got a smoke? I haven't been able to get any, parents been riding my ass like you wouldn't believe.." Well, she would believe, probably.

    He hasn't noticed the approaching figure yet, and given Mizu's reactions up to this point, whether he is a friend or a creep hitting on a girl in the park would likely be hard to distinguish from afar.

Nadeshiko Fujisaki has posed:
Just a casual stroll. That's all he's doing.

He's certainly not keeping an eye on things out of the corner of his eye. And when he does stop, well, his shoes are untied.

Temari floats ahead before Nagihiko could stop her. She floats and blinks at the two before clicking her tongue. "People are so rude to each other, Na-chan!"

This is said, of course, by someone completely convinced there's only one person in the vicinity who can see or hear her.

Mizudori Teion has posed:
Hard to tell-- but then Nagi and Temari are relatively close, and can see Mizu bending over to pick up her cigarette from where she dropped it, and still giving Kurota dirty looks, but putting her headphones back except above her ears and her phone away. She fishes in her hoodie pocket and takes out her pack and lighter, passing them to Kurota as she glances behind her.

And then up.

And she squints at Temari. "Like talking about people where they can hear you isn't rude?" she demands after a second then huffs back around and leans to dig in her backpack. She produces a 40 for Kurota, too. "And I haven't gone soft. I just--"

A breath, forced out through her teeth, irritable and short. "I hate being so cut off. I hate being cooped up. You know. They wouldn't even let me come see your piano competitions or whatever. We need to do a show. Like. Stat. We need to practice. Hell, with Vox-chan gone we need a vocalist. Fuck everything."

Again she cranes her neck around, squinting past Temari toward Nagihiko. "You can't sing, can you?" A beat. "And--"

Pause. Holy goddamn is that a pretty person. "D-do you like, um, the dubstep?"

Kurota Aizawa has posed:
    Kurota accepts the pack of smokes and the lighter, knocking one out and putting it to his lips before flicking a tiny flame to life, bright in the dim park light. Soon the end of his cigarette is glowing orange, twin to Mizu's own although not yet shortened by use. Both are handed back.

    She addresses Temari, and Kurota glances up, squinting. "What's with the flying baby-person?" He asks, with a tone which says 'I'm curious but not enough to actually care'. He's been a magical person type for long enough not to be freaked out, for all the actual magic-fighting he's done (hint: not much.)

    A 40 is produced and handed over, and this too he accepts. A brow is raised as Mizu venbts some of her frustrations. He's silent for a moment, and then he shrugs, free hand removing the smoke from his mouth to blow out a stream of smoke that swirls away into the air to one side of Temari, who, apparently, is not important enough for further comment at this time.

    "I know, Mizu-chan, you don't have to tell me. I was hopin' they'd let you out to come to at least one of 'em, mighta made it more tolerable.. those stuffy-ass things, god I hate it. But look, we're out now, right?" He's talking like they were in prison. "We can start rebuilding our fanbase. It ain't the end of the world."

    He's about to settle his hand reassuringly on Mizu-chan's leg, a totally smooth move, when she suddenly freeze, looking at Nagihiko. Kurota pauses with his hand hovering awkwardly above Mizu's knee without touching it, and peers at him as well. That is a pretty person. "What are you lookin' at?" He asks in follow-up to Mizu's question and in decidedly less-friendly tones.

Nadeshiko Fujisaki has posed:
For a moment, Temari is too flustered to respond! She opens her mouth to apologize, but then...

"BABY person?!"

"Temari." A gentle chiding voice, unmistakeably adoring.

Temari narrows her eyes at the boy. 'You're lucky, punk.'

She floats over to Nagihiko, who's walking closer. Mizudori's question about singing, and then about dancing, and his face is now about twenty shades of red and--

He looks at Kurota. "Well, until just now, I was looking at the lady. Before that, I was just making sure you weren't some creepy pervert." A beat. "The jury's still out on that one."

He looks back at Mizudori and rubs the back of his head. "Well, actually, I'm more of a traditional dancer..."

"He's the best Japanese dancer in all of Japan!" The small chara rarely boasts, but this Kurota is making her grumpy!

"Temari!" Burning face? Check!

"And he can sing like a boy and a girl."

"Temari!" He holds up his hands, feeling a bit silly. "Heh, it's just something when I'm bored but yes anyway dubstep do teach?"

Mizudori Teion has posed:
"Iunno," Mizudori says to Kurota's question, glancing aside at him again, but things are rapidly moving away from 'wtf why is there tiny flying person' and then Kurota's being really reassuring and actually kind of sweet and that's fairly confusing in and of itself, if nice, and it happens that between her flustering over Nagihiko and already being somewhat confused and then Nagihiko flustering right back and Temari being super enthusiastic, the girl just sort of overloads slightly.

She stays unmoving for a second, and then looks away because looking at anything but any of them is probably better for her thought processes. But looking away also involves looking down, and she sees Kurota's hand hovering over her leg, and she stops moving, just sort of watching it hover there in fascination.

Oh right, there was talking.

No, she's wondering what his hand is doing. No, there was talking. "Uh-- I'm not a lady. And he's not a pervert he's my best friend and also bandmate and also teammate." Finally she looks away from the hovering hand, glancing with moderate uncertainty at Kurota first, then looking back to Temari and Nagihiko. "Oh you're really pretty for a boy," she says frankly. "You should probably listen to some dubstep. No you should definitely listen to some dubstep. Lots of it. You can be in our fanbase to start. But dancing, huh? Iunno what traditional dancing is. What do you want teach?"

And then she burns her fingers on her cigarette, down to the filter, and curses really loudly as she drops it and stamps on it, then sticks her fingers in her mouth.

Kurota Aizawa has posed:
    Luckily for Mizudori's synapses, once it becomes clear that there is a witness, which more or less rules out any 'hey I missed you so much' sort of crap, Kurota's hand retreats to his own leg, although not until she's had plenty of time to notice it was there and short-circuit as a result.
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    He scowls at Nagihiko. "Hey, I'm not creepy." He insists. "If you must know, the lady invited me out for this rezendevous." Uh oh, he's whipping out the big words and the proper enunciation. Let's not forget that despite his mode of dress and generally assumed mannerisms, Kurota is a child of a very wealthy, upper-class family, and it appears that when he is somewhat offended the snootiness is wont to bleed through a little bit.

    He stumbles a bit when Mizudori insists she isn't a lady right after he finished calling her one, giving her this look that's like 'c'mon, work with me here, what the hell is wrong with you' but of course that's all in the look and not said outloud.

    "Yeah," He says, after a moment. "All that stuff." His eyes narrow at Mizu as she says that Nagihiko is 'really pretty' and he looks back at the guy somewhat consideringly, and somewhat accusingly, as if wondering what makes him so great. Then he has to admit that Nagihiko is really pretty, and that's sort of confusing so he looks back at Mizudori before he starts wondering which side of this he's on.

    "Well, we do need to start building our fanbase again.." He says begrudgingly, just as Mizu drops her cigarette and stamps on it, the sudden motion causing him to jerk back slightly. "Hey, spaz, cut it out." He says, punching her lightly in the arm.

Nadeshiko Fujisaki has posed:
He gives a nod of acquiesce to Mizudori's claims of unladyness. And then he's speechless again.

Temari is not.

She preens, as though the compliment were given directly to her. "He is. And he's also handsome for a boy, with the right outfit!"

Nagihiko wonders if one of those pink flowers could just shoot over and gobble him up.

Fortunately, Kurota's indignation sparks a sort of smug glint in his eye. "But I didn't know that, now did I? Would you rather I have walked away from a suspicious scene, were it not you? I'm not, of course, insinuating in anyway that she couldn't take care of herself. But if a hand was needed I was here. I simply wanted to assuage my own unease."

He holds up his hands and laughs, all previous smug replaced with good humor. "Woah, now, I haven't even heard your music yet."

At Mizudori's yelp, Temari flutters over and pulls out a tiny tin of salve. She rubs it on the red patch before floating back to Nagihiko.

Mizudori Teion has posed:
"Jerk," Mizudori says as she kicks Kurota's leg and glares at him-- and it's as she takes her finger out of her mouth to say it that Temari takes it over to put salve on it.

This serves to confused Mizu immensely. "Uh-- thanks," she tells Temari uncertainly. And then her eyes narrow at Nagihiko. "We're famous! Or at least-- we were famous before we got grounded after running away to America for a couple months. BUT WE'RE NOT GROUNDED ANYMORE!"

Yes: this last is a shout.

Yes, this shout is accompanied by her jumping off the bench to her feet and punching the air above her head! (Yes: there is a break taken in the middle of this to take Kurota's 40 out of his hand and drink some of it then put it back in his hand before straightening up again, hand in the air again.) "By the power of Skrillex and the Endless Drop--"

Then she just up and henshins right fucking there in the middle of the park. I mean this may be a problem because it legit looks like dark energy is swallowing her, and it's dark af in the park and the shadow parts of her are totally reflectionless, so it ends up looking like she's just floating glowy accents and eyes and hair, and her voice gets half-roboticized. "THE FOUNDATION WILL ROCK YOU! Aizawa. Henshin, yo. Let's give Pretty Boy and Bitty Pretty a show."

Kurota Aizawa has posed:
    "Look dude," Kurota says to Nagihiko. He takes a step closer, and leans in, trying not to think about how pretty the boy is as he does so. "I appreciate your concern and all, but lemme just tell you, I've seen this chick deck a 6'4", 250 pound man into unconciousness when he said she had a 'cute butt', and while I ain't about to call the dude a liar, I've learned that she can take care of herself, right?"

    Then his 40 gets stolen and drunk from, and that's worth a glare because he hadn't even drunk from it yet, although as he gets it back into his hand and eyes it there might be a little bit of green lipstick left on the rim. He looks back at Mizu, and might be about to make some kind of smart-ass comment about indirect kisses, but this is interrupted by the fact that she starts leaping about and screaming.

    This is pretty standard behavior so he's not concerned, at least until she henshins right there for no reason. Well okay, there is a reason, because one of their powers is making music without needing actual equipment or electricity, but still.. "We coulda just invited him to our next scheduled show.." He gripes, but more because griping is expected than because he really cares.

    "Also, don't call me Aizawa! My name is.." He turns, and gives Nagihiko what he probably thinks is some kind of smolderingly cool look but actually comes off as kind of dumb. "Kurota, Lord of the Keys!" And then he henshins too, and its equally as much basically evil-looking except he has deep blue glowy bits, kinda like the dude from Tron except way cooler.

    The bottoms of his shoes glow blue, and he skates around on them as if the balls of light were rollerblade wheels, leaving little trails of blue light on the pavement which fade after lingering long enough to make a cool effect. "What're we gonna do for this dude?" He asks Mizu, his voice similarly processed-sounding. "We haven't had a chance to rehearse any new material."

Nadeshiko Fujisaki has posed:
He's...really not sure how to take this sudden transformation. Normally people henshin to fight. Or to get somewhere fast. But these two?

...want to make music.

"Pleased to meet you, Keys-kun. I'm Nagihiko Fujisaki."

Manners! Yay!

And, well, he doesn't feel too bad for not having heard about them.

After all, there's a good chance neither recognize his family name enough to connect dots.

Even though he's more or less completely lost, he rocks back on his heels and decides to just go with it.

"What about that one about the place and that person?"

Mizudori Teion has posed:
Even better than green lipstick, it's basically chapstick-- lipgloss, really, but it's not gross and cakey, and it's flavored like green apple. Indirect kisses indeed. Maybe it's better that it didn't get called out.

The ghostly smoke-and-lightning bass in the girl's hands is a thing that reeks of power, and her expression is invisible behind the dark shape of the gasmask over the lower half of the shadow that passes for her face, but there's all devil grin in her electronically modulated and pitch-tuned voice as she says, "We can do old shit or we can make shit up. Either way they gonna get rekt."

Then she leans in closer and says, "Lord of the Keys makes you sound like Michael Flatley. Keep working on it, bruh."

There are also glowing blades on her feet, but she seems to primarily be using them to hover all tiny five feet of her nearly a foot off the ground, putting her more or less at eye-level with Kurota. She glances toward Nagi and Temari. "Fujisaki-san, I hope you like loud. We're loud. And I'm Bass. And for you I will make one up about the place and that person. Right here. Right now. Edgelord of the Keys, improv within F, D minor, A#, and C. I'll drive, oh-eff-cee."

And then she starts harmlessly enough, just thumping out the sequence, twice on each bar, no FX and only the slightest growl, once through-- just long enough for Kurota to pick it up and start messing with it. He knows her cues otherwise. He can tell when she's about to pause, or to drag, or to drop. Picking it up again is where she watches him for cues.

Henshined like this, with their magic backing them up and relying on their hearts, their skill is unshakeable-- it's like they never stopped practicing.

Then there's a half-robotic laugh from the green-haired girl. "I'm gonna sing, dude. Watch me fuckin' sing."

And this is while every complication Keys adds she ups the complication of the bassline.

Kurota Aizawa has posed:
    Alas, chapstick or lipstick, the 40 has to be abandoned for the sake of earth-shattering electronic mayhem. Since they are in henshin, it might be literally earth-shattering. It's a good bet that the city maintenance crews have not minded the past 4 months of relative peace.

    Kurota's face is not covered, but you still can't see much of it behind the shadowy non-light, other than the brightly glowing blue eyes, at least until he opens his mouth, because the inside of his mouth also glows blue, but his teeth don't, which lead to a bizarre negative-exposure effect. "Sorry dude," He says to Nagihiko, "When she wants you to get rekt, there ain't no helpin' it. Go with the flow or get washed away, nowatimean?"

    Then Mizu leans in close to whisper to him, and he might blush a faint hue of neon cobalt. "Fuck you." He whispers back to her. affectionately.

    Mizudori's musical parlance is parsed without need for further explanation, just a nod and a shrug, though a glare is furnished at the 'edgelord' comment. No time for witty comebacks though, because she's gonna drive and drive she does.

    Unlike Mizudori, Kurota doesn't have any kind of visible instrument, smoke and neon or not. However, as he raises his hands, each finger traced with light like a neon x-ray, bright blue neon keys appear beneath them in thin-air, effectively creating keyboards out of light and vibration wherever he chooses to place his hands.

    The thing is, even before you add in the magic, Mizudori and Kurota are highly-skilled musicians. They had a group that was selling out clubs in their first year of High School, and that was before they got chosen to be Magical Defenders of The Beat. All the magic does is amplify, taking the sound from bone-shaking to ground-shaking to reality-shaking.

    He is able to fall effortlessly back in-synch with her despite them not having played together in months. Years of experience, after all- it all blends together into a seamless, gorgeous sonic chaos. The trees start to shake and lose leaves.

    When Mizudori shouts that she's going to sing, which is heard somehow even over the actual music itself, his only response is to give her a grin that says 'go for it'.

    Hopefully Nagihiko can still be a good Chara-Bearer if he's deaf for a few days.

Nadeshiko Fujisaki has posed:
Nagihiko and Temari both have fingers in their ears, but even muffled he likes the sound. It's just so...loud.

And at least he's bopping a bit, getting a feel for the beat, right?

And this is before Bass threatens to sing.

"Um...Temari? Go on back a bit, will you?"

She doesn't have to be told twice!

His kingdom for some hearing protection!

Mizudori Teion has posed:
The leaves shiver and some of them fall, swirling in the wind generated by the vibrations in the air; the ground trembles with the driving bass-line, and the treetops and the flowers sway with the tingling glow of the keys. It's a simple progression, common in pop, but it's improv and so are the words, so simple is best. The things Mizu does to the bass, however, are anything but simple-- her fingers touch the strings with points of life, rapid line skipping and tripping up and down the scale and occasionally deliberately clashing artistically with the melodies Kurota's weaving for the reminder that this is not pop, it is primal art. And then her hand waves wide, freeing itself with a glowing palm and then dancing closer and further from the pickup to wobble the note and drive it downnnn--

--and she pauses, and Kurota pauses--

--and she looks at Kurota--

--and when he starts again, she wrecks the ground beneath them with the bass, crunches and growls and wubs, and her voice is that half-robotic thing, low and kicky and grinding, sweet and sour, a kiss and a punch all at once.

    So you want a song about a thing that happened at a place
    a song involving her, a person that we cannot name
    well the thing about the place is that it's not in outer space
    and the thing that happened there was not a fucking game

    all that i can tell you of the thing is it was epic
    and the ambiguity of ethics and legalityyyyyy
    it displayed, proportional to all the stories on the topic,
    were considered crimes against humanityyyyyy

    all that i can tell you of the place is it was visible
    the world was watching as the thing occurred
    a place that all remember even if it's now derisible
    and no one goes there lest the thing recur

    all that i can tell you of the person who enacted it
    is that forever after she's been REKT

https://soundcloud.com/ginadonahue/a-thing-that-happened-at-a

Kurota Aizawa has posed:
    Although Mizudori's bass is the heart of the music, the soul of the Wub that pushes it beyond the spectrum of what some would call auditory reality and others would call 'music', Kurota's keys provide the ornamentation, the melody and the twisting, dancing sparks that intertwine around that pulsing sonic entity and turn sound into song- the two in harmony, power and beauty, wed in a symphony of distortion and syncopated deviance.

    She drives, but he steers, and the product, combined with the magic of The Beat conferred onto them for the protection of the soul of music is an experience like something out of a fever-dream. Trees shiver and the ground shakes, and bones and organs aren't far behind, but even that unnatural molecular friction is in harmony with the overall sound, and it all works together in a way that can't possibly be intentional, but perhaps is simply a product of the fact that the Universe itself is a thing of music.

    Mizu begins to sing, and although her voice isn't as devestatingly expressive as the lost Vox-chan, it's more than ample for the task at hand- not to mention she's usually the one who writes the lyrics anyway. As she demonstrates by providing the song requested, even when such song did not previously exist.

    Kurota laughs, although the sound is hard to hear over the birth of the song, played for the first time for an audience of two, in the park at night, though let's be honest, in the middle of Tokyo, even in a park, hundreds if not thousands of people are probably being treated to an unexpected and in most cases likely unwelcome debut performance.

    Kurota holds the last note on REKT for a while, shimmying it down until it fades almost to nothing, and then lets the sound drain away, the silence ringing in its aftermath. He glances around. "Well, I'm pretty sure that bench wasn't L-shaped before, but all-in-all, pretty light on the collatoral. Nice job, Mizu-chan, maybe we don't need a new vocalist. You been workin' on your voice?"

    Then he glances to Nagihiko. "Pretty good, right? By the way, if anyone asks, we weren't here. Except tell them The Foundation is awesome."

Nadeshiko Fujisaki has posed:
The song is really good. It has a nice beat, awesome lyrics, it's just...

"WHAT?!" This is screamed at Keys as he tries to get hearing back to his ear. "I NEED EARPLUGS FOR NEXT TIME."

Mizudori Teion has posed:
Bass gives Keys a radiant grin, which due to henshin is only visible as n.n green slits above the gas mask, and then she abruptly drops henshin and drops to the ground, bouncing a little on her heels. The grin remains, and it is absurdly cute. "I have been! I legit had fuck-all else to do, so I sang shit in my room. Overdubbed myself, it's stupid fun." All of a sudden she's slung an arm around Kurota's waist, and she hugs him one-armed really quick and tight, and then lets go and flusters over to get her backpack.

While over there, she yells at Nagihiko, "WE WEREN'T HERE BUT TELL THEM THE FOUNDATION IS AWESOME." And then she straightens, producing a card as she slings her backpack up and over her shoulders, and she pushes it into Nagihiko's hands. "Here. Our webpage is on there. I dunno--" Pause. She leans in and up on tiptoes and yells as close to his ear as her short self can get, "I DUNNO WHAT YOU WANT TAUGHT BUT EMAIL ME OKAY? NOW GO AWAY UNLESS YOU WANNA SMOKE CIGARETTES AND DRINK 40S AND PROBABLY SET SHIT ON FIRE."

Kurota Aizawa has posed:
    On the bright side, to assuage Nagihiko's conscience, settings things on fire is unlikely to be as destructive or disruptive as what just occured. And honestly, that's his fault, isn't it? He's the one who asked to be teached about dubstep. Teaching occured, as is only polite. It's incidental that it left a portion of the park looking as though a tornado had briefly visited.

    When Bass-chan drops her henshin, Kurota follows suit a moment later, shaking his head slightly as if to return his hair to 'artfully dishevelled' although in actual truth henshining does not mess up one's do. He glances over at Mizu, and is struck by her grin, which is as noted, absurdly cute. He glances away again, and if he's flushed at all its clearly because of the recent exertion re: playing music. "Well, sounded good." He says, without looking back.

    Except then she hugs him, which comes as somewhat of a surprise because, after years of knowing her, most of the hugs he's gotten have been followed immediately by suplexes. She flusters away, and he flusters in the other direction, picking up the 40 from where it had gotten left on the ground near the bench. Somehow it didn't spill. He picks it up and then glances over in time to see Mizu whispering-well okay, screaming- into Nagihiko's ear, and this makes him feel oddly annoyed, and he sips from the 40 without really thinking about it.

    Huh, was this beer supposed to be green apple flavored? He pulls it back and looks down at it.. and only then seems to realize what he just did. A gulping swallow, and the can is quickly placed back on the ground. Ugh, what a night.. maybe setting shit on fire will make the burning cheeks seem less obvious by comparison.