-had been sitting on the couch of the rehearsal studio, staring at the wall opposite from him with a blank expressing and idly biting on his fingernails when his bassist suddenly barges into the room, causing him to snap out of his thoughts and turn his gaze to the short brunette- Hey there… what’s-his-face. -is clearly pretending like he forgot the other’s name just to tease him-
"But still. I can almost read your mind~" He smiled a bit and then, stayed in silence, just staring outside. To be honest, it was a nice feeling that he didn’t have to walk all the way home since it was cold outside and… well late in the afternoon. He already started to think about the free time he is going to have at home, all alone with three pets he had, but has never talked about. In fact, two of them weren’t him in real, his boyfriend owned them, but since he lived together with them since a long time, it feels like he knew them since they were little.
Can you really…? -he raised his eyebrows perplexedly at Ryohei’s words. But he didn’t think the other man could read his mind. Or else he might have taken notice of the hand that was slowly creeping toward his scarf, fingers curling around the fabric in a firm hold as the vocalist then yanked the garment from around his friend’s neck in one swift motion.- HAHA! -he cackled and flicked his tongue out quickly as if to better rub his victory in the bassist’s face, winding the scarf loosely around his own neck-