All That Glitters is Gold [Sho and Drivestort]
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				Title: <strong>All That Glitters is Gold [Sho and Drivestort]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 03:20:42</strong>
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				He sortof felt like he'd given blood, or drunk too much. That fuzzy, light-headed feeling was coming back, and he waved his hand as the cameraman sat back to change lenses, beckoning to his assistant for a protein bar. He only took two bites - he wasn't supposed to be eating one in the first place - but it helped ground him a bit. He'd just gotten off tour and was already recording a new album, most of the songs written by himself, though not all. The set around him was ornate, intricate. He was lounging on a cognac-colored leather couch, a glass of wine in hand - not that he was going to drink it, it was for the shot - running his fingers back through his hair. <br><br>He was one of the first men of Asian descent - Japanese specifically - to ever make it internationally. He had been molded from highschool into an international superstar, groomed, shaped, perfected. He was just tall enough, slim, with a pleasingly sculpted face. He had a perfectly shaped jaw, full lips, a delicate but straight nose. His skin was a pale, pale white, utterly flawless. The faint circle's under his eyes would be photoshopped out. His father was Japanese, his mother Swedish, though he hadn't seen either in years. He was just now twenty one, just a few days ago, though he hadn't really celebrated much. He had his mother's cold, removed eyes, a lovely grey-blue that was ringed in a darker shade that could have been slate.<br><br>He had a slightly crooked smile that made him look removed, a bit arrogant, and it drove girls and boys alike wild.<br><br>With cheek-bone length jet-black hair pushed back in a delightfully dishevelled style, this photoshoot would be all over the most popular magazines within a few days. <br><br>At least the photoshoot was in the hotel. <br><br>The flashbulb started again and Akira - his moniker, of course, but then again he never revealed his true name - draped obscenely long legs over the couch, swirling the wine, cold eyes focusing straight on the camera - piercing through it. He rarely smiled, but maybe that was what drew girls to him, their desires pushing them to want to make him happy. <br><br>Not that it would make much of a difference. <br><br>He rarely smiled, even off-set, and was known for his perfectionism. He rarely slept, played his instruments all hours of the night, and spent hours perfecting his songs and acts. His assistant was forced to follow him around and carry his things, arrange everything he wanted, as well as manage his schedule and diet. <br><br>"Perfect. We got it. Good work, Akira. Good work, you all." The staff nodded, and Akira got up, stretching, rubbing his hands over his face to try and wake up a bit. <br><br>He turned to his assistant, then, wanting a few minutes to relax. His hip tilted slightly to the side, still sore from his performance just two days earlier. It had been a long concert. "Is my guitar in the room, with the amp?" Akira began walking ahead of the other man, pulling sunglasses out of the case he gestured for, sliding them on as they slipped through the corridor and into the elevator. When they got off at the penthouse suite, he looked around, face cold, unreadable, as always. He rarely spoke his approval - or disapproval, for that matter. "Also, I want to relax. Is there a hot-tub? If there's not one in the room, ask the hotel to shut down the pool from the other guests. I need time to think on my own." <br><br>He was exhausted, hungry, and sore. Not that he could complain about it. This was what being famous was, afterall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: All That Glitters is Gold [Sho and Drivestort]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 04:52:20</strong>
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				"Guitar, amp, more picks than God, tuned up the way you like and everything," came his reply. The assistant was new, a couple years older than Akira. He went by Rafe, played guitar and bass, and he was really more going for a job as guitar tech. <br><br><br>It'd been a week since he got the job, and he was easily getting the hang of things. Though so far not better than being a tech. "I wasn't sure if you wanted the hot tub to be a square, circle, or heart, so I settled on the heart. Also, room service menu's next to the phone."
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 08:21:40</strong>
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				Akira nodded, clearly pleased with his assistant's decisions, starting to unbutton his shirt. He tossed it carelessly to the side - Rafe would get it, and if he didn't, a maid would. It wasn't like he wore much twice, anyways. Most of the stuff that he wore was sponsored by one company or another, all wanting Akira's name on it. <br><br>He arched a bit and shut his eyes. <br><br>"Good." <br><br>No thanks, but he was pleased. He flipped through the room-service menu, determined that there was just about nothing on there that he could eat, and lit a cigarette. Didn't mater if smoking wasn't allowed - that had never stopped him before and it probably never would. He looked back over his shoulder at Rafe, sitting down on a couch after a few minutes. <br><br>"Do you have a girlfriend, or anything?" Akira hadn't had time to talk to this new guy, yet, to figure out anything about him. But having a personal assistant was always nice, and this guy seemed to be good enough at his job. He'd gotten everything right so far - here was to hoping that he didn't fuck it up. 
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				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 09:50:31</strong>
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				"Glad it's acceptable," he said, plopping down in a chair. Ah, to indulge in success, even if it's someone else's. Rafe wondered if Akira had ever played for beer tickets. Probably not.&nbsp; He had a bit stockier build than Akira, with an olive complexion and dark green eyes. His mother was Brazilian, and he inherited the ass and legs to match his broad shoulders. A few years ago, he was into the screamo scene, and got his hair cut so his dark hair would hang down one side of his face, then got so used to it he decided not to change it.<br><br><br>Rafe pulled out a pack of cigarellos, checking the package. Cherry, sweet. He lit it with a match, turning the brown cylinder to get it even, and placed the tip on his tongue before holding it between his lips and taking a drag. "Nah. No point when I'm gonna constantly be going everywhere with you."
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 17:53:52</strong>
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				Akira stood up from the chair, letting a breath of smoke drift from between his lips. He'd gone from no one to the biggest star of his generation within days of getting signed. He gave Rafe one long look up and down and presumably found him suitable because he stretched a little bit, "Good. It wouldn't last, anyways. My last assistant quit because his fiance said she would leave him. Hopefully you won't do the same thing. I'd hate to be disappointed again," all said with a face far too serious for someone his age, a seriousness and coldness that would have been better-suited to business or to a university. <br><br>He paced back and forth a few steps, wondering what he was supposed to do for the rest of the day. "Do I have a television performance tonight?" <br><br>The suite was utterly lavish, and he ran his fingers over a brocaded couch, looking around.<br><br>The city spread out below them, vast. He knew that he'd conquered this city, and that soon enough he was heading to Asia to perform there. It was going to be...fun, he supposed. He rather missed his friends, though he hadn't seen them in months, now. <br><br>Standing, framed by a mostly-set sun, he looked lonely. His eyes had softened somewhat as he looked around to see if he could spot his highschool, and, failing to do so, he turned towards the bathroom, kicking his shoes off. "I'm going to settle into the hot tub for a bit. Call me when half an hour is up. I have to practice guitar." He stretched once more, still quite sore, "Order something you'd like to eat."
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				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 18:14:23</strong>
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				"You've got appearances and signing all day tomorrow, and the shoot today, it'd be horrible to make you do TV tonight, too." Rafe chose not to acknowledge the comment on the last assistant, watching Akira go. Once the star was gone, he got up and ordered enough food for the both of them, just guessing what the star might like.<br><br><br>After the food arrived, he set the alarm on his phone and stretched out on the couch for awhile, giving Akira an extra half hour before getting up himself and going to the hot tub, "Alright, time's up."
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				Title: <strong>Re: All That Glitters is Gold [Sho and Drivestort]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>11-12-2009, 23:22:27</strong>
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				Akira shrugged and settled into the tub, shutting the door behind him, relaxing. It felt like he'd just relaxed when he heard his assistant calling out to him. He got out of the hot tub, wrapping a towel around his waist - he didn't see any reason to bother with wearing a swimsuit when he was effectively alone - tying the rich gold-colored towel at his hip. <br><br>He looked at the food on the table, picking up a sandwich, taking out the chicken breast and a few slices of fruit. That was all that he'd eat - he'd recently put on some weight, and was doing his best to get it back down under control once again. <br><br>He ran his fingers back through his hair and sighed softly. <br><br>"I need a hair appointment," he said, knowing his assistant would pick up that he should make one. He sighed softly and leant back on the couch, cutting up his food and eating it slowly. He was lovely to look at, but looked so much younger now that he had no stage makeup, no hair gel, no styling. Just pale skin, delicate limbs, and that highly removed coldness. <br><br>He put aside the food and picked up his guitar, strumming at it, a notepad to his left side. He didn't really know what to write about, and he had no real motivation. He felt burnt out, empty, exhausted. "Are the appearances tomorrow performances, or am I just showing up places to market myself?" He didn't want to do the signing, either. <br><br>He'd be back on tour, soon, and he was recording again in two days and he had to finish writing his last songs. 
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				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 00:35:22</strong>
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				"I can get you an appointment day after tomorrow, probably. While you were doing your photo shoot, the set stylist said he wanted to try something new with you, but didn't have the time to do it." Rafe took his time looking Akira over, and relit his cigarillo, hanging over the back of the couch to watch him, ass in the air.<br><br><br>"Try something instrumental," he stated, lightly clenching the butt between the teeth in the corner of his mouth. "It's all signing and marketing, try not to run out of 'hi's and 'thank you's."
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 01:53:33</strong>
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				Akira let a slim hand rise to massage his temple, clearly stressed, head pounding. The last thing that he wanted to do - the LAST thing - was go and do more appearances. He was so tired of them that he wanted to scream. "Great. I'm going to have to go rub shoulders with the fans." It wasn't that he didn't appreciate them, it was just that he liked being left on his own. Left to do what he wanted, when he wanted. He didn't want to have to stick to this ridiculously rigid schedule. <br><br>Tired of thinking, he let his fingers stroke across the strings gently, pausing to light himself another cigarette. "Studio wants me to have two more songs ready by tomorrow. Just not gonna happen," he sighed, "And I hate using the music they write for me." <br><br>He ran a hand lovingly along the side of his guitar.<br><br>It was the one that he practiced on, long and black and sleek, electric. It was allover black, not a single lighted note on it. He sighed softly and shook his head, "No inspirataion...though..."
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				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 02:09:49</strong>
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				"It... It's elbows. Rub elbows. If you want, I can cancel everything next week, give you some time." Rafe crawled over the back of the couch, sitting down next to Akira, and delicately took the guitar, "Here, let's see if I can help."<br><br><br>He propped the body up on his thigh and started to tap and pluck at the strings with his fingers, both hands on the neck as the amp started producing faint, gossamer notes in rapid succession, like the twinkling of stars pulled out of the frets.
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 06:45:15</strong>
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				Akira snorted, "You'll learn very quickly that I'm not allowed any time off. Manager wouldn't hear of it - I need to be always producing, all the time, he says. I have to. Or else he'll get in trouble with his boss, and I won't sell, and..." he shook his head, clearly unhappy with the situation. He hadn't every realized exactly what he was taking on. He probably would have done it again, of course, but it was still a lot for him to be taking on at once. He didn't even have a chance to attend any sort of college classes, but at least his bank account had fattened up nicely, and if he really wanted to he could quit now and live a very comfortable life once his contract ran out.<br><br>He wouldn't, though.<br><br>"Here's the guitar." <br><br>He still had a faint smile on his face from being corrected by the other man, leaning back to listen to him play, eyes slowly drifting shut, "Keep playing." <br><br>Akira's voice was soft, a melody picking up to the tune, winding out of his throat and occasionally, but rarely, escaping his lips. "I see the starlight..." some words formed, then disappeared, as he focused once again on the melody.
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				Title: <strong>Re: All That Glitters is Gold [Sho and Drivestort]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 10:45:44</strong>
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				He shook his head when Akira tried to start singing, "No, no words, just let it say what you want it to say." He leaned back in the chair, laying the guitar flat in his lap and turned his left hand, running fingertips down and up the strings between the fretting and closed his eyes. Truth be told, Rafe played flamenco guitar and jazz more often than he played rock or metal, and started pulling out those techniques, his fingers strumming and plucking in Spanish guitar style between the tapping, adding percussive pops and purposefully half broken chords, expressing through the strings stars going supernova and constellations.<br><br><br>"They're called mental health days. If he runs you till you break down, he'll get into even bigger trouble with the record people. We can go to a zoo or something, look at swans. Or maybe I can stuff you full of melatonin and let you get some actual sleep."
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 19:12:11</strong>
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				Akira nodded, just letting the music flow over him. A tune came to mind, and then the chorus, and from there he had what he needed. He'd be able to pair words to it later, for now all he needed was the soft sound of words. "Ah," he murmured, stretching a little bit, "You're good at guitar..." his voice was soft, a bit breathy, the tune still stealing out over his lips. <br><br>"Mmmah..." he said, stretching, shaking his head. "You're new. I don't get days off - ever. I haven't had a day off since I joined."<br><br>The silence was broken by a shrilly ringing cellphone, and he picked it up, sighing softly. "Yes?" His manager's voice was tinny, fast-paced as it came through the other line. "Tonight? But I thought - no, no, of course I'll go. Alright, thanks." <br><br>He hung up, got up, and stretched from head to toe. "He just booked me a performance on Fox. We have to go get ready. Call the driver, I'll grab my guitar. Hair and makeup are already waiting for me. Tell the road crew to set up for 'Buzz'." It was one of his new singles, a chart-topper. 
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				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 21:01:17</strong>
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				"I'm good at doing this, I can't play a power riff for shit. My fingers wanna do too much." He pressed his palm to the strings, silencing the instrument when Akira's phone rang, looking up to watch him.<br><br><br>To Rafe, he looked like a whipped dog. If he didn't know any better, he'd swear Akira's manager was the kids' overbearing wife. "Right-o, don't forget to put on some pants."
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 21:57:04</strong>
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				Akira smirked faintly, but ran his fingers through his hair, rushing into the bathroom to tug on pants and a t-shirt. It would all be changed once he got to the stage, anyways, so it didn't really matter what he wore. He adjusted his sunglasses on his face, ran his fingers through his hair once more, and swayed dangerously on his feet. He hadn't eaten yet today, but he wasn't going to have time to do it yet. <br><br>He smoothed his shirt, and picked up his guitar - he'd let Rafe get the amp - walking down to the lobby where the car would be waiting. He gestured for Rafe to follow him and was immediately met by his two hulking bodyguards who watched him carefully while he got in the car with Rafe, door slamming shut the second the amp was pushed in under their feet. He always carried this small amp with him, so he could practice backstage and hear himself. <br><br>The car nosed through the traffic expertly, and Akira adjusted his sunglasses, lighting a cigarette. <br><br>The driver looked back but knew better than to complain, and Akira used it to steady&nbsp; himself, letting out a slow breath. <br><br>They pulled in through the guarded driveway, up under the stage, and they were let into the dressing rooms. Immediately Akira's shirt was tugged off, replaced by a sleek black leather jacket left mostly unzipped, a stylish dogtag necklace tossed over his head, slipped into ripped black jeans and fashionable shoes. Rings were pressed onto his fingers, sunglasses replaced, and his hair was adjusted. Akira seemed to straighten up a bit, that crooked smirk coming on, suddenly changing from the tired, hungry young man Rafe had seen into the international superstar standing back there, making even the girls dressing him blush with desire.
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				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 16:03:39</strong>
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				The whole thing Rafe watched impassively from the sidelines, making some coffee for himself while Akira was dressed and done up. That was, at least, until he started to feel pity for the guy. If this was success, Rafe didn't want it.<br><br><br>He sipped the coffee, following a few feet behind Akira wherever he was sent. Tiredly being sent to one event after another, bossed around by the manager, not having the time or energy to talk with friends, if Akira even had any. No, this... This looked to Rafe to be some kind of hell, and he was sure it was at least near the special hell for pedophiles and people who talk in theatre.<br><br><br>By the time Akira was finished performing, he was sure of one thing. He'd do his damnedest to make the guys' life at least a glimmer happier.
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>15-12-2009, 18:17:30</strong>
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				Akira was pushed out and up onto the stage by the stage hands, getting his feet under him, hurrying out. The crowd surged and screamed echoed all around them, security having to push out quickly to stop girls from getting onstage. 'Buzz' started up, and Akira began to perform. He was graceful, not moving too much, voice unmarked by electronics and vibrating out over the&nbsp; crowd. It was a great performance, one that had the girls screaming, and even the announcer laughing. He traipsed back out from the wings a few moments later to talk to the interviewer for a little bit, talking about his new album, blowing a kiss to the crowd. <br><br>Girls still screaming and sobbing for him, he used the bodyguards as help to get off the high stage, walking back. His smile fell, and he pulled off the leather coat, walking shirtless back towards Rafe, wanting to go to the hotel room. <br><br>The world spun dangerously and he staggered.<br><br>A stage hand shoved Rafe forwards, "Catch 'im," said the stage hand, watching as Akira swayed dangerously on his feet. A second later his eyes rolled back and he collapsed. It happened often, from exhaustion and lack of food, and no one looked particularly worried.
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				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 01:24:03</strong>
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				The unexpected shove from the stage hand caused Rafe to stumble, but he managed to get his arms around Akira and prop him up. "Get the car around," he swatted at the stage hand as he shouldered Akira best he could, and started dragging him that way. While inside the limo, he checked Akira's pulse, using his phone and counting out the beats, making sure he didn't need to be hospitalized. Thankfully not tonight at least.<br><br><br>Solo Rafe managed to drag the napping rockstar upstairs to his suite, closing the door and laying him out in bed. First thing he did was order food for him, then stripped him naked and put him in bed. Then, Rafe sat down and watched TV, eating himself as he waited for it to get late enough to sleep or Akira to wake up.
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 22:07:29</strong>
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				Akira didn't really wake up until he was in bed, letting out a soft moan as he stirred. He could hear that Rafe was in the other room and he got out of the bed slowly, stumbling forwards a step, looking around and then looking at Rafe. "Did I pass out?" Akira asked, still quite pale, not looking exactly steady on his feet as he hovered, leaning against the door frame. <br><br>He was used to having this happen, but it was still disconcerting. He felt unsteady, and his fingertips were trembling slightly, clutching at the door frame so that he wouldn't fall over. <br><br>He was naked, then, and as he realized it he flushed and turned, reaching back for the bathrobe hung on the back of the door, pulling it on slowly.
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				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 04:40:08</strong>
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				"You did," Rafe looked back over his shoulder, "Get back in bed. I've got some food coming up."<br><br><br>He got up and followed Akira, watching him, "You should get some rest while you can." He had the feeling Akira would say 'no', but at least he could try. Rafe crossed his arms over his chest, leaning on the door frame. "Or at least sit down, something."
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				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 01:51:52</strong>
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				Akira looked at Rafe then nodded, taking a few steps forwards and then settled on the couch, running his fingers back through his hair, letting out a soft breath. He lit himself a cigarette, even though it was against the rules. Taking in a deep breath, he ran his hand down his side, smoothing out a pain that had formed there. <br><br>"Can you order me a salad or something? With dressing on the side. Just veggies." <br><br>He looked up at Rafe and let out another breath of smoke, utterly exhausted. He wished that it didn't take so much out of him to perform. Each performance was like having his blood drained out of his body - it left him feeling empty, exhausted.
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				Post by: <strong>Drivestort</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 22:31:01</strong>
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				"Got one," he went to the cart and brought Akira a salad, "I got Cesar dressing and a vinaigrette." Placing them both on the table as well, Rafe got a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches for himself and sat down next to Akira.<br><br><br>"You feeling okay?" he asked between bites of his sandwich, "Need anything else besides food and sleep?" He leaned back against the couch, placing his plate in his lap and looked at Akira. The TV was on an old Bond movie, a Sean Connery one.
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