[Bedecked in dark sunglasses and the shabbiest coat in his closet, and with his immensly long hair bundled high up in a messy bun, Koumei felt comfortable enough to sneak away from the fans for a few moments to take a peek at this new metal band that was breaking into the scene. The fact that they had a cellist on board was what intrigued him-- and, indeed, he was glad he had come. The cellist's wild shredding on the strings was a sight to behold.
While he had taken some cello classes in school, his love was always the piano; he could never hope to be as masterful as this.
--It was enough for him to take off his shades so he could get a better view.... and he hadn't expected to be watched back with the searing eyes of a feral beast.
Though he normally wasn't one to fluster easily, he felt his ears burning under the intensity of that stare. He wanted to reach for his paper fan, but that would be a dead give-away of his presence if his hair hadn't already done him in.
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While he had taken some cello classes in school, his love was always the piano; he could never hope to be as masterful as this.
--It was enough for him to take off his shades so he could get a better view.... and he hadn't expected to be watched back with the searing eyes of a feral beast.
Though he normally wasn't one to fluster easily, he felt his ears burning under the intensity of that stare. He wanted to reach for his paper fan, but that would be a dead give-away of his presence if his hair hadn't already done him in.
He couldn't look away.]