Snippet #1244919

The eldest blond watched as Conner scooted away in the direction of the bathroom, promising that she could whip him to the bone later when he arrived at the studio. It seemed a morning ritual to skip out on the beginning of the band practices—he was always last to shower. Smirking widely, Kamuo shrugged his shoulders and glanced out the window. Who knew when Morrigan would arrive at the studio, but he knew that they were already a few minutes late. They'd have to hurry over to catch her before the drummer grew bored and left, although he doubted that would happen since she seemed pretty determined on the phone. He was excited to see what kind of a person she was and he was already itching to play his guitar.

Tapping his foot impatiently, Kamuo stared outside the window before turning his bright eyes back on the bassist and vocalist. It was true that they all cared and looked out for each other, but they were all old enough to have their own unhealthy habits (except for Caleb, technically, but they tried their best to keep him out of trouble). “You've got a money tree!” Kamuo teased, smiling roguishly as he stretched his arms behind his tree. Truthfully, he wasn't very good with his money but worked hard for it. The only one in the band that seemed to have a fruitless, endless amount of cash was Anah. He always wondered how she saved it so well.

“It'll be nice having some real drums in the band, neh?” the guitarist commented, running his hand through his blond locks before grinning. Conner had always supplied the base drum beats on his synthesizer and they worked fine, but an acoustic drummer would be a great asset to the band. He knew that their popularity would go up from having each position filled. Another girl might be good, too. When the bassist mentioned buying booze that would last them two weeks, he whooped and flashed his thumbs up. The bassist was always supplying them with entertaining and booze—every night, they usually played games until the boys passed out.

When they finally decided it'd be time to leave, Kamuo stared at Caleb before letting his shoulders lump in defeat. “Fine, fine! But next time I'm drunk, you'll have to carry me, Cal-kun.” The guitarist retorted, pouting. Truth be told, he was weak to the youngest members wishes, and he wasn't sure why. All the boy would have to do is pout and he'd get his way—unless he was asking Anah, the bassist was tough when she needed to be and he usually let him get away with whatever he wanted. Moving away from the counter and stooping low enough that Caleb could ease his way on his back.