pianosongs | Sixth Song ○ [Video - Backdated to the nightmare night]

[The gear clatters on the moment Masato gasps aloud, hand shooting out and... accidentally launching launching the gear clear across his hotel room. There's heavy breathing, along with a panicked squeak from the Deerling that had been sitting over there. She taps her nose curiously at the gear once before just crossing the room, moving over to where Masato is slowly sitting up.

Even through the darkness, his moves are rather erratic and panicked, and he just reaches over, pulling the blanket a little closer. With a sigh, he bows his head and just takes a few deep breaths. The pokémon hurries to his side, and he actually takes a good minute or two of just watching her before he gingerly reaches out to rub her ears.]

Another one... I apologize for spooking you, Sonata.

[As he leans over, he notices the blink of the gear in the corner and just sighs. Moving back from the pokémon, he climbs out of bed and approaches it, purposefully aiming it at the floor as he turns the transmission off. You saw nothing.]

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Hey, well now you are.

[He raises his eyebrows though, because man that sounds like a weird as hell dream.]

Huh. I guess I have it a little better considering the only one dead in mine was me. Sucks you had to see all your peeps dead like that.

...that's not any better.

[He sighs. Despite the fact that he wished to have himself sacrificed before his sister, it still made for a very depressing dream either way, for the both of them.]

Thankfully, they were just dreams... Perhaps a warm glass of tea would help? [Or five. He's just going to drink tea forever.]

Yeah, I know.

[But he would rather he be the one to get killed than see everyone he cares about die, so he does think it's a little better than what Masato had to deal with.]

Whatever floats your boat, man. But personally I'd suggest something a little stronger.

...I am honestly tempted to join you with that one. [He's been drunk and he's been passed-out and hungover and he swore he'd never drink again, but... He's very, very tempted.]

[That gives Bro an idea, so after a few moments, he flicks the video feed on. He holds up a bottle of whiskey. For once, he's not wearing his hat and his hair is kinda messy, but he doesn't seem to care.]

I got mine, go get yours. We'll do this shit together.

[Masato's already told himself he wouldn't drink anymore. He wasn't sure what to do with the alcohol he still had, so he had put it away but hadn't gotten rid of it. Ironically enough, tonight seems like a good night to pull it out. After a brief sigh, he clicks off his gear.

Two minutes later, he's back, video now on, hair freshly combed and in a dark blue yukata, and he is now armed with a small half-bottle of vodka. It's not much, but it's more than enough for him.]

I can't believe I'm doing this again.

[Bro actually can't believe it either, honestly. When Masato clicked the video off, he'd almost thought he'd offended him and he'd left. But then it clicked back on and there he was, a small bottle of vodka in hand. He gave him a small grin.]

'atta boy, Masa. Bottoms up- you first.

[There's a faint blush, actually feeling kind of embarrassed over this. Drinking, underaged, and over the gear... Even if it was for a good reason. With a sigh, he just uncaps the bottle and takes a long swig, grimacing a little.]

...Should've... should've mixed it. Well... your turn, Bro.

[Bro can't help the chuckle that escapes when he sees Masato grimace. It was pretty fucking adorable, to be honest.]

Let a pro show you how it's done.

[Raising his bottle, he brought it to his lips and tipped it back, taking a hefty swig of it. He let out a satisfied 'ahhh' sound and wiped his lips, as if he'd just enjoyed a refreshing beverage on a hot day.]

But drinking straight ain't always so fun. What if we made it into a game. Ever played 'Never have I ever' or any kind of drinking game like that?

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[Wow... Bro, you are definitely a pro at this. Masato just kind of stares in shock, rather disturbed at how easy it was for him to down a good portion of it. But... a game sounded interesting.

...kind of. This isn't going to lead anywhere good and Masato knows it.]

I've played a shots challenge, but never a game with that title. How do you play?

[He was a frat boy once. Of course he's good at this, Masato.

Actually the first part is a lie, he still pretty much acts like a frat boy most of the time.]

Well, it probably works best when you have multiple people. But somebody says something they've never done, and if the other person's done it then they have to take a shot.

[He's a frat boy in his heart. Masato can tell, but he shrugs his shoulders slightly at the mentioning of others.]

Hmm... Even without a group of others, this may still be an interesting game.

Surprising me more and more every day here, man. But alright... Why don't you start us off?

[So... to name something he hasn't done that Bro has done... He's not so certain what's surprising about it but decides not to ask.]

Never have I ever... tasted whiskey before. Like that?

Yep, just like that.

[He gives him a small grin and raises his drink to take a shot.]

Mmm, fuck. Gotta love the burn. Anyway... Hmmm...Never have I ever... Sang in a falsetto.

[A falsetto... It wasn't Masato's typical range at all, but he has tried it. Frowning, he brings the bottle to his lips and takes a shot.]

My typical range is much lower, mind you.

Hmm... Never have I ever gone on a rollercoaster.

Really? Heh. I would've thought that something you do all the time at music school or whatever.

[He shrugs. But then takes a shot, because yeah. He's been on a lot of rollercoasters in his life.]

You ought to sing for me, show me first hand your range. And also, never have I ever went shopping for clothes that fit my lithe form.

[He might be teasing now. Maybe.]

Ah... no, we don't have a nearby amusement park. I think there's one around an hour or so away from the school, but I've never been.

[The lithe comment makes him blush a little, and he looks away, idly fiddling with the bottle. Now he's just embarrassed for knowing that word.]

I can sing for you sometime if you'd like. I know Jinguji--he's someone I know from school--he wants us to perform another concert here. I don't have too many songs that go throughout my entire range, though.

[What a damn kawaii blush. It just makes him grin a little wider. Bro is a troll, so Masato ought to get used to it. But hey, he teases because he cares, not because he's trying to be an ass. If he were being an ass, Masato would know it.]

Hey, if you do you better tell me. I'll be front row, center stage. Or you could go ahead and sing for me now, if you're drunk enough not to be embarrassed by it.

[Dis jerk. 8( But Masato just pretends he wasn't embarrassed by that and continues to talk as though everything's normal. HE'LL PRETEND TO BE USED TO IT.] I'll let you know. Our last concert was for charity; I wouldn't be surprised if this one was too.

[He looks completely undisturbed by this suggestion.] But I don't believe I'm drunk, but I could sing if you'd like me to. So long as it's not too ridiculous of a song.

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