Is Friday Surviving?

[yellowcopycat]

Who: Surviving Friday and Whoever wants to deal with their brand of crazy
What: Various Things
When: After the South Vista Music Fest and on.
Where: Virgo Property and Various Vista City locations.
Warnings: Ryouta really loves basketball.

There's a sign that was put all over Vrigo HQ. It's made in Photoshop and is Very Simple (Kise has no artistic talent whatsoever).  Blue, with a picture of a basketball imprinted with the Virgo Unicorn in the center, white lettering above the basketball reads; "VIRGO ENTERTAINMENT CHARITY BASKETBALL EVENT".  Under the ball states that it's company wide event, and everyone's invited to apply, and you're interested please contact Ryouta Kise at either his e-mail at R.Kise@virgoentertainment.vgo or to call him at 1-555-877-6487. More details to come.

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[yellowcopycat]

"Oh," Kise's quiet for awhile. Shuffling the posters as he absorbs what Luce said.

On one hand, it's surprising that she said it, because she was almost a nun, but at the same time she didn't become one.

"I like Xanxus a lot, but there's someone else I like too."

[giglio_madonna]

"That isn't too unusual, you know." Keeping up her pace, she adjusts her own load to pat him on the arm.

"Especially at your age." Ah, to be young. "May I ask who it is?"

[yellowcopycat]

"Um... Sora."

What was it with him and Pride boys?

[giglio_madonna]

Well, that's a much better choice in cute boys. Luce gives a small hum, eyes crinkling as she smiles.

"You know, me and Sora are friends too."

[yellowcopycat]

"Sora's friends with everyone," Ryouta pointed out. "And so are you for that matter."

[giglio_madonna]

Playing at a huff, she smacks at his arm with the posters. "Hush. We're just extroverted."

[yellowcopycat]

"I'm extroverted, you guys are just..." he paused thinking. "You're... open."

He put up another poster. "You know, you both have names that really fit you guys. Your name means light, which touches everything, and his is sky, which is similar."

[giglio_madonna]

"Open?" Certainly a new word, and she pauses to let him continue on with that train of thought. The connection of their names is a new one, and she laughs slightly. "Well, it's good we were named appropriately, then! You know what they say about the sky-"

A row of paintings, all men with their eyes staring straight forward. There are seven of them, but she is focused on the first and second. They are cousins, this much she knows, but they look nothing alike. It's in more than appearances- the windswept wildness of the first's golden hair, the carefully made up dark spikes to the second's- and in their eyes.

The first is tired. Perhaps it is just her imagination, but that is the impression she gets as she looks up at him. Tired and solemn, like he has seen more than enough to weigh down his shoulders. His cousin holds no such things in his gaze. All the men in the paintings look straight ahead, but this man is truly looking forward- ambitious and determined for better or worse.

Yet at their core, were they not a similar type? Her mother's words- she's sure it was her mother who told her this- echo in her head.

Luce blinks out of the vision and laughs softly at herself. "It understands and accepts all of them," she murmurs before looking up to smile at Kise. "Sorry, I was just thinking of an old saying."

Is that true? It feels true. Old, at any rate.

[yellowcopycat]

"Must be," Ryouta said after a moment. "I've never heard of it though."

He cocked his head. "Are you okay?"

[giglio_madonna]

"Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine!" Luce laughs into her hand.

"I was just... thinking about something I think my mother told me, once. It might be a saying from Europa."

[yellowcopycat]

Once Ryouta hangs up his last poster he turns to Luce and wraps her in a hug.

"Thanks Luce."

[giglio_madonna]

"Whoa-!"

Laughing, she reaches up to run her fingers through his hair.

"You're welcome, dear. Anytime."