He comes and goes as he pleases

[vivelarevolution]

Who:Cosmic Indulgence
What: The new drummer arrives subtly.
When: January 20th
Where: CI's penthouse
Warnings: None possibly?



So this was the place. Sabo stood in front of the door and rubbed the keys in a gloved hand. Cosmic Indulgence. He can appreciate the name though he wonders if the cosmic means they're high as kites for most of the time. That wouldn't bother him.

It's also late, very late, 3am as a matter of fact, which is by design. The last thing he wants is some big deal made of his arrival... either good nor bad. He just wants to be a drummer with no trouble. Hopefully they won't even notice he's there.

Slotting the key into the lock, he goes in.

Comments

[vivelarevolution]

[he eyes Koumei suspiciously. Was that all? Was it really?]

Of course I don't trust them. It's business. [everyone was out for their own bottom line. He sighs and tries to soften his tone as he speaks again]

I don't expect any help and I don't want it. Not that I'll stop you from whatever you want to do, but I prefer to go alone.

[dishevelment]

[It was a gross oversimplification, but Sabo would understand what Koumei meant after he saw it in action.]

You can say that as much as you want, but as long as you're in this suite I'm going to count you as one of my bandmates. If something happens, I'll help you as best as I can-- if it's in my power to do so.

[vivelarevolution]

Got it.

[which meant that Sabo wouldn't be telling him much unless he was sure it was essential. He wanted to keep these guys out of his business as much as possible for reasons he couldn't understand]

Same goes for you.

[and he means this. It's much easier for him to feel like he's looking after someone than the other way around]

[dishevelment]

[Unfortunately for Sabo, Koumei was quietly making a point to keep an eye on everyone around him. Beyond his sense of responsibililty of being one of the oldest of the new comers, an one of the few who had rational sensibilities, it felt almost like a duty for him.

Like a handful of musicians in a building paled in comparison to what he had managed in that Other Life.]

I'll keep that in mind, should it ever come up.

[Because he wasn't one to talk about his problems, either. Working himself to the bone for the sake of a greater cause felt natural to him. And, right now, that 'greater cause' was ascertaining the wellfare of the people that he knew.]

[vivelarevolution]

[he nods. It seems they've reached an understanding of a sort. Or at least they can get along. It's satisfactory. Still, the beat throbs in his head and if he can't play it out, he's going to at least write it out. To that end, he gets out his notebook.]

I've got some work to do.

[and he gets to it. Koumei can stay or go as he pleases, but Sabo is soon in his own world]