J.J.
Let's go, smartass." He murmured, maneuvering around the others as he proceeded to literally, and carefully of course, lift J.J up and over his shoulder. He chuckled, imagining the squeak of surprise should would initially make. "Someone mind grabbing her shoes and shutting the door...Thanks!." Grant added as an afterthought as he strode casually to the elevator.
At first, J.J. did squeak. It was inevitable - after all, how often did one get picked up and thrown over the shoulder while reclining peacefully on the couch. "Put me down!" she playfully hit Grant's back, as she struggled to maintain her dignity. Sighing and giving up - she was far too weak and hungry to fight against the stronger and obviously more determined drummer - she slumped over his shoulder until they reached the elevator.
"Grant..." she muttered, as the elevator began to move. "You're an idiot." But there was little else she said before the doors slid open and she was marched into the main room.
"I got your shoes" the singer said, snickering lightly as she handed the other girl her shoes. "They're cute, by the way..." she added in after a moment.
"Thanks," J.J. grinned at Ashira, before glancing pointedly at Grant. "Can I get off now?"
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Seiji
"Alright, I hope everyone has a good time today. And lets all be as positive as we can be!" He pumped his fist into the air, a huge smile taking over his features.
Seiji was quick to follow Ryuu's example, a wide grin breaking across his face as he too punched the air. As he did so, the strap of his guitar case almost slipped off his shoulder. In a panic, he quickly fixed it, calming his body as they entered the hotel.
He looked around, a guarded expression of apprehension on his features.
Soon...so soon....they would meet Zerstoren. The famous band that they would be touring with. Sighing softly, Seiji ran a hand through his hair. What would they be like? But then, Ryuu's words reached him again and he shook off the pessimistic feelings. Zerstoren would be fine...
Right?