<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a5/4a/d0/a54ad0c78fe6f6ed9893fe8a6eb846e1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Date Toshiro<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>June 15th, 2021, 11:00AM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>City Streets, Knick Knack Remembrance Shop to Key Animation Shop<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Kevin | Mentions: Mallory<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong>Buying Necessities<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Toshiro is currently wearing a cream colored graphic t-shirt (https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/2292/0133/products/B_wander_640x.jpg?v=1571609586), dark cerulean cargo shorts and running shoes, a Hokkaido Nippon-Ham Fighters' insignia ball cap, and a pair of over-ear headphones with a stark white frame around his neck. A canvas messenger bag is slung over his shoulder, its surface almost entirely consisting of patches and buttons from an assortment of cartoons, movies, bands, and video games.<br/><hr/>Assuming Kevin meant he'd keep the previously purchased case a secret rather than the figure that Toshiro was planning on showing off at any given opportunity, the scientist nodded his head in appreciation. ”That's the spirit! Gifts are always better when they're a surprise, unless they're bad, which this isn't.” Patting the small bag that held his initial purchase to emphasize his point as if it were a certainty, he followed Kevin's perusal of culture's pinnacle with the utmost curiosity and relief. “I've always thought you didn't really have a concept of fun Soldier, I'm curious to see what peaks your interest aside from photography and scrap booking.”<br/><br/>With all the more violence related avenues of entertainment that Toshiro assumed would fall within Kevin's wheelhouse as his father's son, Toshiro was utterly taken aback and supremely elated to find the soldier browsing the sheet music for piano. With an exaggerated disbelief laced throughout his voice he asked the obvious question, “This... are you buying this for someone else? Or...” Looking at Kevin in silence for a moment, a large excited grin spread across the lanky scientist's face, “You play the piano!? That's wonderful! You know I was starting to worry that you were too much of a straight laced march in step sort of guy for Mal, but now I'm seeing you in a new light.”<br/><br/>Reaching past Kevin, Toshiro pulled a copy of solo piano arrangements from the<em>Nier</em>franchise from the shelf and began to inspect the list of songs covered. With a decisive nod of his head he added it to his basket of secondary purchases before explaining, “You're going to play these for me at some point. Also I have a friend of mine who runs a jazz lounge outside of the Black District, I'm sure she'd lend you some pieces to practice when I tell her you'll perform there with Mal in attendance. We'll have to get you acquainted with Miles Davis, Tom Waits, and Ryo Fukui for starters, but it shouldn't take you too long to familiarize yourself with some standards, unless you already know them? What do you usually find yourself playing? Satie? Every pianist aught to know Satie. Pretty sure it's the law Kevin.”<br/><br/>Without waiting for permission, Toshiro took the collection of arrangements from Kevin before crossing across the length of Key in long fast strides before placing his items in front of the once again annoyed looking cashier for purchase. Pulling his personal card from his wallet and handing it to the exasperated youth, the scientist held up his hands towards Kevin to prevent argument before explaining, “Look, you kept me company and I'm definitely going to force you to play for me later, let's just call this the price of admission.”<br/><br/>After receiving two more plastic bags, one with his figure and one with the two sets of music, Toshiro held the bag of solos out for Kevin to take as he held the door leading back out to the street open for the pair of them. With a lingering stare at the shop's contents he added somewhat distantly, “We should probably start looking for the others. You were so quick to get me to go shopping that we didn't have time to figure out a place to meet back up. Why don't you shoot everyone a text? Show off that efficient military planning your dad would always go on about.”