<div style="text-align: center;">Of course he'd be excited to getting more sleep. But Ryosuke totally understood that. Being a student, they had to get up early, and usually didn't go to bed til late, having to study and do homework. Not to mention both of them also had extra curricular activities, Kiyoshi with his sports, and Ryosuke with his band. He was also in the art club, but never really went that often. He nods, definitely agreeing that it was going to be a relief that they'd be able to sleep in during the mornings now.<br/><br/>"Nah, I really don't have anything planned..." He replies, watching a drip off of his Popsicle fall to the ground beneath his feet, dying the dirt red with the cherry color. Hearing the offer to hang out, he couldn't help but grin a little bit. Even though he never really said it out loud, he too missed hanging out with his brother, when they were younger they played together all of the time. But now that they were older, those times together were rare and far in between.<br/><br/>A silence grew between them, and Ryosuke finishes his snack, staring at the stick, glaring at the words 'LOSE' on them. He never once had gotten a 'WINNER' stick, not that he could remember anyway. It was about ten minutes later that his brother spoke up again, and he could hear the hesitancy in Kiyoshi's voice.<br/><br/>Hearing those words, Ryosuke was quiet for a moment. To be honest, he already knew this, as he had something he was hiding from his brother. But...now...maybe it wasn't the best time to tell him. For now, he feigned innocence. This whole reason was why he'd planned such a big summer vacation for the two of them, as it was probably going to be their last.<br/><br/>"Yeah? That's awesome, I hope you get in. That'd be really cool, mom and dad would be psyched, ya know?" He smiles, but it hid the hurt that he was feeling. Standing up from the bench, he picks up his bag and skateboard, as well as slinging his guitar case on to his back. "I'm feeling like having a second Popsicle, what about you?" A grin breaks forth, and any kind of sadness he'd been feeling slips away.<br/><br/>Waiting for the other to stand as well, he then sets the board on the ground, steps on to it, and pushes off, rolling away while swerving back and forth. As they head to the convention store he pulls off a few tricks, grinding on benches and railings, flipping his board and doing jumps. All the while keeping somewhat close to his brother, or at least in sight of him. Music was blaring from his headphones, one of the clip on pieces dangling down. The only tournament he'd ever entered while in his school years was a skateboarding one for all of Japan, and he'd made first place.<br/><br/>"So, you paying for it this time?" He calls, making a circular pattern around his brother, his hands in his pockets. "Since I bought the last ones. AND I'm paying for the trip. The least you could do is pay 240 yen for a popsicle." He sticks his tongue out at his brother, revealing his tongue piercing, which today it was a glow in the dark neon green ball, with a black star on it.</div>