â When life kick you down, just keeping up your hope and smile. â
ã The Beginning : ONE OK ROCK ã
ã Dialogue : #3D93DA : Thought : #042C62 ã
ã Face Claim : Aoba Seragaki | DRAMAtical Murder ã
ã The Beginning : ONE OK ROCK ã
ã Dialogue : #3D93DA : Thought : #042C62 ã
ã Face Claim : Aoba Seragaki | DRAMAtical Murder ã
Hiruka waved goodbye to his brother then walked out of the house. Greeting a couple of his neighbors on the way on to the train station, he then put on his headphone and just quietly walked while trying not to bump into the morning's sea of people. When he sat down on the bench, he checked the message that he hadn't earlier and glimpsed through the address of the club and the time. Smiling, he sent Yutaro an affirmation with a heart icon like yesterday and just quietly gazed the passing scenery outside before the train stopped at his destination.
Morning shift went by in the same busy manner like everyday. Though the day seemed to get off with a good start already as Hiruka had had the privilege of spending nearly two hours making the hair of a rather famous actor, whom he was also secretly a fan. Of course the guy was in disguise but it was really fun conversing with him while doing the hair for him nonetheless. He seemed to be attracted by Hiruka too, and promised that he will return. Surely a good way to start a good day, huh? He sheepishly thought.
Lunch break came, Kazuki didn't cling over Hiruka as usual as he was busying texting with someone rather enthusiastically, which he couldn't care less. He was almost carried away by the encounter earlier that he forgot about the meeting tonight at the club. If he were to be honest, night clubs weren't really his things. Too noisy and too many people colliding with each other like there was no tomorrow. He has a taste for refined places more, like Ahnenerbe. So, it's better to go with someone tonight. Then, he saw Madoka sitting a chair away from him reading a magazine and remembered that the guy has a thing for night clubs like this.
"Hey, Madoka-san. Have any plans for tonight? Wanna get here with me?" Hiruka caught his colleague's attention and showed him the address of the night club.
"Small world, eh? I'm heading there tonight, too. A DJ friend of mine is throwing a gig there. But hey, didn't you say you don't like noisy places like this?"
"Well, yeah." Hiruka shrugged, "But there's a certain someone who invited me so... couldn't really turn him down."
"As expected." Madoka sneered, "Okay then, shall we say eight fifteen? I'll drive over to pick you up."
"Sounds good."
The day eventually passed by and the night fell. For tonight's occasion, Hiruka dressed a bit differently than usual, but still reveals quite enough. Madoka arrived at the apartment with his Ferrari and the two of them rode downtown. After 15 minutes, they arrived at the club and headed inside together. The blaring noises, the blinding flashlights, the silhouette of people dancing on the floor. Everything was quite overwhelming. Madoka was quickly grabbed by some of his friends the moment he walks in so Hiruka just sat by the bartender's counter, ordering a glass of Brandy while glancing through the crowds in search for a certain black-haired guy.
Morning shift went by in the same busy manner like everyday. Though the day seemed to get off with a good start already as Hiruka had had the privilege of spending nearly two hours making the hair of a rather famous actor, whom he was also secretly a fan. Of course the guy was in disguise but it was really fun conversing with him while doing the hair for him nonetheless. He seemed to be attracted by Hiruka too, and promised that he will return. Surely a good way to start a good day, huh? He sheepishly thought.
Lunch break came, Kazuki didn't cling over Hiruka as usual as he was busying texting with someone rather enthusiastically, which he couldn't care less. He was almost carried away by the encounter earlier that he forgot about the meeting tonight at the club. If he were to be honest, night clubs weren't really his things. Too noisy and too many people colliding with each other like there was no tomorrow. He has a taste for refined places more, like Ahnenerbe. So, it's better to go with someone tonight. Then, he saw Madoka sitting a chair away from him reading a magazine and remembered that the guy has a thing for night clubs like this.
"Hey, Madoka-san. Have any plans for tonight? Wanna get here with me?" Hiruka caught his colleague's attention and showed him the address of the night club.
"Small world, eh? I'm heading there tonight, too. A DJ friend of mine is throwing a gig there. But hey, didn't you say you don't like noisy places like this?"
"Well, yeah." Hiruka shrugged, "But there's a certain someone who invited me so... couldn't really turn him down."
"As expected." Madoka sneered, "Okay then, shall we say eight fifteen? I'll drive over to pick you up."
"Sounds good."
The day eventually passed by and the night fell. For tonight's occasion, Hiruka dressed a bit differently than usual, but still reveals quite enough. Madoka arrived at the apartment with his Ferrari and the two of them rode downtown. After 15 minutes, they arrived at the club and headed inside together. The blaring noises, the blinding flashlights, the silhouette of people dancing on the floor. Everything was quite overwhelming. Madoka was quickly grabbed by some of his friends the moment he walks in so Hiruka just sat by the bartender's counter, ordering a glass of Brandy while glancing through the crowds in search for a certain black-haired guy.