Picking Up The Pieces [Reiko/G]

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Reiko Nakidori • Banshee

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“Well, if you think that you’re going to be getting a private concert, I’m afraid you’re mistaken…” Leaning forward and standing up to trot across the room to the little stereo system that she had inherited from her father, Reiko hummed a little to herself as she thumbed her way through the albums and playlists she had set up to hold the thousands upon thousands of music tracks she had on her phone and then connected it to the system when she felt like she had grabbed something memorable.
Let’s see what he makes of this, huh? Actually, he seemed to know the tunes I did last night, didn’t he? Is he a song buff? Suppose we’ll see… A couple of seconds of silence following as things got started and the speakers piping up with the unmistakably hard rock vibe of an old band called AC/BC, while she had a whole list of smooth jazz and vocal ballads to pick from, she was wondering what her guest might make of her choice more than anything and hoping he would seem impressed.

“At least not until I’ve got something stronger inside me than beer at least~” Nodding along to the first few bars of one of their signature hits known as ‘Runway to Hell’, as the vocals began Miss Nakidori couldn’t help but sway from side to side and lift her arms to dance to it a little.
Man, to be a groupie back when guys like these were touring… I was born a hundred years or so too late! Using the path back to the couch like a little dance floor for her as she bopped her head to the beat and let her hips and feet do the talking, the singer scooped up a bottle of beer from the table followed by a slice of pizza then hopped onto the couch a little heavily, wanting to make G bounce a little along with her as she did so.

“I’m glad you picked this option really, ‘Sweet G’~” Relaxing a little bit now that they had some tunes banging out and showing off a dorky side to her character that few who witnessed her stage performance might have expected, the magenta-eyed mistress turned her head toward her short term lodger and made sure to stress his new nickname in a slightly sarcastic tone on this occasion as she let her gaze wash over him before biting into her pizza slice.
“Last night you seemed to show you’re not such a slouch musically yourself actually, but because someone suddenly had a date with that charming set of not-so-gentle men, I never got to ask you about it much?” Grinning and munching down that creamy and greasy cheese covered goodness, Reiko twisted her waist so that she could rest her lower back against the arm of the couch and pushed one of her smooth legs along the cushions while clutching the other in a huge.

“So, oh one sec…” Wanting to satisfy a piece of curiosity that she had quietly held onto since the night before, the dark haired girl paused for a second as she pushed her portion of pizza between her teeth and opened her bottle of bear, tossing the cap away and immediately knocking back a big mouthful before she continued.
“Since you got to hear all about my musical history, I think it would make you quite the rude guest if you didn’t tell offer me the same?” Clearly Mister G feeling quite a bit more open and honest with her if their interactions after his sleeping beauty routine were anything to go off, as the lyrical work of Jon Scott filled the apartment with the atmosphere of a rock concert, Miss Nakidori smiled sweetly at her guest as she sought to explore their common interest in all things musical.

“So, tell me everything! Are you in a band, music man? I may need proof of your shredding if you say you're a guitarist...” Smiling widely and feeling a little bit more in control of herself now that she had melody accompanying her and a topic to focus on, the brunette smirked at her companion and took another bite of her pizza as she waited for the opportunity to get to know this mysterious crime fighter that little bit better…

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Reiko Nakidori • Banshee

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“Covers? On uTube? Now this I’ve gotta see… Did you do it under the name ‘G’?” The eyes of Miss Nakidori lighting up as her houseguest mentioned having not only a musical ‘back story’ but also one she could peruse for amusement thanks to the marvels of social media, with a grin the girl gobbled down her slice of pizza and launched herself forward to find her phone. This action naturally making the sizeable assets she had on her chest bounce in a weighty fashion, one the seismic shift had finished she placed her bottle of beer back on the coffee table and began to scan her living room for a sign of something she had put down in last night’s frenzied entry with a man on her back.

“Metal huh? Sounds pretty hardcore, I’m actually curious as to how you adapted them for something like a Ukelele, given how upbeat those instruments tend to be tuned?” Not really looking at G now since her mind was focused on amusement and curiosity, Reiko stomped around her living room with a sense of purpose, moving items and pieces of strewn clothing like her leather jacket that she had left on the floor and even rifled through its pockets but could not discover the telephonic device she sought to exploit.
Where did I put it? In my room? The brow of the beauty furrowing as all she found was failure, after wiggling a pair of pouty lips from side to side the siren next marched toward her bedroom, wondering if she had taken it to bed with her the night before.

“Be right back~” Winking at her man as she left him to gobble down the grub she had served up and finding that her own hunger came second to the chance to see a version of the bad boy in her living room in a younger and more earnest time, she skipped out of the area and dove into the equally messy bedroom that her apartment had, pulling the duvet off her bed and then the pillows before knocking over a now empty whisky bottle that had been left on the floor by accident and cursing as she scooped it up to pop in the bin. Naturally this her next point of call in her search for a device she could use to access the international hub of videos that was uTube, the magenta eyed mistress pouted again as she came up short and then began to crawl around on her hands and knees trying to find the item she had misplaced.

Damnit, I’d get him to call it with his, but I can never remember my number… In truth, her efforts in the bedroom would prove rather futile in this regard since the phone was actually in her bathroom, where she had left it the night before. The condition of her wounded vigilante buddy making her wonder if she should try calling an ambulance and diving into her mirror-fronted cabinet in order to grab some more bandages, she had left the item on the sink beneath it and paid no heed to it so far today, given the fact that up to this point she had been far more interested in other forms of entertainment and interaction up to this point. However, it is often observed that when looking for one thing, a person often had an easier time finding something else and this is what Miss Nakidori experienced in the moment as she grabbed the handle of a case and pulled something out from underneath her bed.

“Oh ho ho ho… What do we have here?” The large item that looked a little bit like a suitcase had a baby with a slightly deformed figure of eight immediately interesting Reiko, as she popped the lid of the container and revealed something made of wood and string she noted she had discovered something that might have been even better than her phone anyway.
While I wanna see him as a young cutie musician, the idea of a personal demonstration also seems fun… maybe I’ll even let him play while I sing if he’s any good? Owning a guitar which she lacked the skill to really play on stage but did prove useful for jamming when she was bored or strumming together rough tunes for her original melodies, the girl lifted up the item and lightly plucked each of its six strings in turn to check they were still tuned with her pitch perfect capacity for hearing, before trotting back toward the front room triumphantly.

“Look what I found! You confined to the humble Uke or can you be a six string shooter as well?” Dipping back into the front room and holding her guitar in the air like a trophy, Reiko beamed at her lodger and then skipped back toward the couch, practically throwing herself into place next to the man on her couch and finding herself practically giddy at the prospect of seeing him strum for her.
“Time to put your money where your mouth is~” Fluttering her lashes at G whilst running the tip of her tongue around her lips as she continued to smile, the brunette also might have happened to just make sure the neck of her loose shirt highlighted a little more cleavage than before as she baited her roomie into carrying out her wishes, eagerly demonstrating that she was an expert in getting what she wanted around men…

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Reiko Nakidori • Banshee

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“Yay!” Clapping with a mix of joy and excitement as her guest opted to entertain her, while she expected that with the spell she had woven on him it was pretty much like he didn’t have a choice, it was still something that got her oddly hyped up. Usually a bit of a diva in her way and tending to be centre stage rather than in the crowd, in an odd way the chance to hear the performance of someone she had befriended actually seemed like it would amuse her. The presence of an intriguing man who wanted to sing with her in some small and unacknowledged was reminding the girl of when she used to warble with her dear old dad, while it was probably not something she realized or would have an easy time admitting, the truth was that for all of her protesting she didn’t mind having company one bit. She was kind of lonely, really, but afraid that admitting that would make her weak and needy.

So, he likes that sort of bluesy vibe, does he? The white haired man breaking into his song, the downbeat choice seemed to reflect the more melancholy nature that G had demonstrated the evening before, implying that despite the upswing that his bearing had taken after his beating he did tend to air a little closer to the low points than most.
The sound of soul and suffering… That not that a problem really since there were times when Reiko also tended to focus a little too heavily on the negative, possessing that tendency to prefer to air on the side of disappointment than risk seeing an expectation betrayed, all the same she hoped he didn’t get too trapped in darkness all the time. This ‘Genzu’ as he had asked to be called was a lot of fun when he wanted to me, and not just when they were naked.

Oh my god, he’s so bad…! A slow smile spreading across the face of Miss Nakidori as she listened to the way that her house guest was singing and her sharp ears and experience making all the off keys in his voice painfully apparent, perhaps because she did this for a living the brunette held a slightly higher standard in musical performance, but in this case found it more funny than disappointing. Once again unconsciously reminded of her father and his deep and tuneless voice, while G was certainly better than him, he seemed too rough around the edges to do this in a professional capacity. Whether that was a matter of talent or simple rust, however, would largely be dependent on future practice.

Though he wasn’t wrong about his skilled fingers, definitely better on guitar than he is at singing, better than me even… Reiko knew better than to rely on one input to judge the musical quality of another, however. While the raspy almost folksy vocal tone of Genzu was most apparent, underneath it the performance had an element that made it feel like it wasn’t a complete waste. Certainly showing how out of the habit he was but experience and old skill meaning that as the singer closed her eyes and listened to the notes that were being strummed out she found it reasonably pleasant, while he was certainly not at the level where she might let him accompany her on stage he did well enough that she recognised his ability with guitar above her own and sensed they might have fun jamming together.

“That was… Definitely unique. I could tell you’re a bit out of practice but I quite liked the guitar work there… Clearly your hands have many talents, which I may choose to exploit in future if the mood strikes me~” Waiting for him to finish up his song and smiling all the while as he continued to play, by the end of the performance Reiko had shifted in her position so as she had her back against the couch and her legs cuddled up in front of her with her arms wrapped around them, looking a little more girlish than she had this far. Bringing her hands together and offering him a round of applause before speaking to him, it seemed unfair to blatantly say to the man that his singing was rather suck, so the songstress instead elected to take a more diplomatic approach to her review which naturally involved some more of her innate flirtatiousness.

“I’d say in total you have earned the right to get a little bit of my wonderful voice to accompany your strings if you’re interested? I mean by now I’m sure you’re used to the sweet tones I can reach, so wanna jam together? We can make it like a two person concert~?” Biting her lip just a little as she smiled at the man whom she was sharing her couch with and feeling a little bit excited about the prospect of them teaming up, the young woman fidgeted a little with anticipation and was eager to get some confirmation from the man. Not even knowing whether her buddy actually had the repertoire to play any songs she actually knew the lyrics to given the fact that Metal was not an area in which she had much experience, even if all they managed to do was riff together some silly made up tunes it seemed like a much better way to spend their day than idly watching the television…