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After finishing the song, Nagisa puts his guitar down again and smiles at Fang, “Wow… Your voice is really nice, you’re really great, you know?”
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“Uh, y-yeah sure…” Nagisa picked up his guitar and played it again.
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“E-eh? You think so?” his cheeks take on the slightest trace of pink and he looks down with an embarassed smile, “thanks…”
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“Oh! I think I’ve heard this song before, let me try.” He plays a version of the song slightly different from the tab Fang showed that also incorperated the synth part and some of the melody, though it sounded kinda wierd being played on an acoustic steel-string rather than an electric bass. After finishing, Nagisa put his giutar down on his lap, “Was it ok? I haven’t played something like that in a while, was it bad?”
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Nagisa pauses to think for a moment, “Hmm… Not sure, if I’ve heard it before I can probrably play it, but I’m not sure if I’ve heard it…” He unzips his case, trying to pull out his guitar without also pulling out the papers stuffed inside, although unsuccessfully as he had to shove a couple back in. “It’s hard to remember words, you know? They’re so much more complicated than melodies half the times I don’t know what they mean.” Nagisa smiles, beginning to tune his guitar.
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Smidely lights his cigarette and indignantly takes a puff, although he was uncertain if it was that or his piercing she was referring to, either way he already decided he wouldn’t comply, “pretty backwards neighborhood you got here then…” He murmurs under his breath.
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“Yeah!” Nagisa nods, “Its just about the only thing I can do properly! You wanna see?”
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Breaking under the pressure, Nagisa lets out an unsteady nervous chuckle, “S-sorry, I’m not r-really used to t-talkiing to people about this kinda stuff…” he hugs his guitar close to his chest and looks down, wearing a bitter smile, “I’m basically useless at almost everything, right?”
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“Oh, alright…” Nagisa nodded a few times, slowly averting his gaze to the floor too. “S-so… um…”
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“So then it’s just you and your aunt?” Nagisa says, taking his guitar off his back and timidly sitting in a chair after the tour finished, “Um, you have a very nice home…” He awkwardly fiddles around with the zippers on his guitar case, having never been particularly good at making conversation.
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Nagisa nods, still looking down, “Please don’t worry about me.”
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Nagisa chuckles, “Yeah…” his mind goes blank, his body freezes up and all expression vanishes from his face for a couple seconds, then he shakes his head. Brushing his hair back into his face to make sure his eyes are still hidden, “Ah, sorry… ” he says, then runs to grab his bag from the entry of the house, “So, um… can you show me around…?” Nagisa says, averting his eyes and looking to the ground.
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When the dog licks him, Nagisa lets out a short, somewhat high pitched and squeaky, almost cute laugh that seemed slightly unfitting to his appearence and usual tone of voice, “Aww, he’s really nice! All the dogs where I come from were rude.” He continues to pat Cobalts head.
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Claiming Gakupo just for the hell of it.
Vocaloid: Gakupo
Personality: A man with the spirit of a samuri having the misfortune of being born in modern day japan and all the delusions that come with it. Most simply, his personality can be described as chuuniboyou, breaking out into spontaneous role plays and the occasional bout of eccentric brooding, though almost everything he does is rather eccentric. Despite acting above everyone else, he truly does care deeply for his friends and would do practically anything to protect them, perhaps thats part of being a modern-day samurai? Is known to challange people to duels.
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Kaito nods, “Gotcha,” he gives a mini salute with the spatula and turns back to the bacon. Performing the mundane task of cooking managed to wake him up entirely, “…So, anything interesting happen lately? Its been a little while since we caught up.” Kaito asks, trying to start a conversation.