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Just as he had predicted, it was only a short matter of time before everyone came worming their way out of the house to have lunch. Oh yes, what a lovely idea to eat outside, where sand and all sorts of other things could get into the food. Riorek ground his teeth together in irritation, thrusting the basketball from his hands at the backboard, watching with a satisfied look as the ball slammed into it and came hurtling back at him. He took one step back as he solidly caught it, beginning to dribble once more.

He was somewhat away from the table, but unfortunately not far enough to avoid the gazes of the people who would inevitably sit there. It irked him that Tranzistor expected them all to eat lunch together, as if they were all a happy little family or something. The urge to simply leave was strong in Rye, but his stomach growled at him, effectively shutting down any thoughts of skipping lunch.

The first to appear were the short purple-haired nymph, the really big guy who had the completely unattractive tendency to go pout in a corner and cry (as far as Rio had surmised, anyway), and the one who was trying way too hard to get on everyone’s good side. Just his luck- none of his own bandmates.

If he were to go over there at that moment, no doubt they would try to talk to him, and there was no way in hell that was going to happen. He could hear them chatting, and it was annoying. But things seemed to get a notch worse as the big one decided to try and tease the shorty, and suddenly his outrageously loud laugh was slamming into the air, forcing everyone to hear it. Rek’s eyes narrowed harshly, but he did his best to ignore it and continue shooting around.

However, with the sound of music suddenly filtering through the air, Rio had had enough. There was no focusing on the task at hand with that relaxing crap on, and had Achille and Harley not arrived at that point, Rio would have acted out. Instead, his grip on the ball tightened, nails digging softly into the cured leather.

Harley look mortified and Achille, as per usual, was looking way too pleased with himself. No doubt he had created quite a bit of mischief already. As the two of them sat down, Rio made shot one last basket, the ball sailing into the net easily with a light swish. The basketball tumbled lightly back to him, and he bent over to pick it up before heading over to the table.

It was then that Riorek noticed the seating arrangement. Only enough chairs to fit all of them with the exception of one or two, which meant there would be little to no distancing, unless on played his cards right. But the odds of that were little to none, what with the over-friendliness of this other band.

With a soft growl and an unapproachable look, Rio took his own seat. He would indeed have left to go hide out somewhere to eat, but with the look Harley had on his face right now, and the potential for Chilli to cause a bit of mayhem, the guitarist opted for sticking around, simply for the sake of his bandmates.

The short one was currently stuffing his face, having little regard for the rest of them actually getting anything to eat or proper manners. Sure, there were a lot of sandwiches, but the guy could at least have some common decency.

As soon as Riorek had sat down, his basketball securely placed between his feet at the table, the individual he had decided he detested the most out of everyone there, Nicoli, arrived. But not only did he arrive, he was practically clinging onto Orland, which would have been a funny sight considering the difference in height had Rio not been seething with a dark aura.

This seemed to go unnoticed, however, as Nicoli started heading right for him. A subdued and hidden look of horror played on his features, and Rye would have immediately gotten up to change seats if there were any actual beneficial swaps. But, as per his luck, the blonde’s attention seemed to be locked in on him, and the man himself was quickly beginning to close off the distance.