Reizu watched the various activities around the approaching of the gig, though mostly he could be found listening to DMC OST on the internet. He just had a strange attraction to it. When not doing that, the wolfeasel was found panting in the room with the carcasses, blood on his fists from training on them.<br/><br/>When they arrived at the club, Reizu bristled a small bit at remembering that this was a vore-themed night. "Well, all or nothing, right?" The wolfeasel shouldered his bass onto the stage and tuned it up, replacing a few strings to insure none broke. Plucking a small tune, he nodded. "Good to go."