Fourth Down [Accidentally Recorded]

[passion8rhythm]

[ A slight shuffling sound, as though something's covered the device, and a soft, husky voice breaks in from the middle of her mumbled sentence, muffled ]

--st weird... Since when.. Is this another of the City's curses..?

My rhythm's so... different..

Mmmm... maybe Anezaki-san will lend me some of her clothes for the day...

[ There's a soft

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...Hey Aka-....oh, uh sorry, Miss... thought you were the music freak... You wouldn't happen to have some ice for my ass, would you?

[passion8rhythm]

Ah, Koutarou--

Not affected? Hmm..

Just a moment; are you all right..?

[ And she walks into the kitchen, barefoot, and goes into the freezer ]

[passion8history]

H-hey ...um... not that I'm complaining or anything, but who are you and what are you doing in my place ? Not one of that music freak's girlfriends, are you?

[passion8rhythm]

[ Takes a dish towel from the drawer and wraps the icebag in it, walking back to Koutarou ]

Don't be stupid. Here, where are you hurt?

[fuckingshrimp]

Akaba-sa--

O-Oh...I'm sorry! I mistook you for someone I knew!

[passion8rhythm]

Hmmm?

Ah. Kobayakawa Sena-kun.

[fuckingshrimp]

Eh...You know me, miss?

[passion8rhythm]

Of course I know you. Do you forget your rivals so easily?

[affronting]

Damn, you have a nice chest, lady.

[passion8rhythm]

Hmm~?

And who might you be?

[affronting]

Really! They're probably some of the biggest I've seen 'round here.

Houraiji Kyouichi.

[passion8rhythm]

Kyouichi, then. They aren't all that great, are they?