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Harley Mikael

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a character in “A Silver Record”, as played by Gentlemiss

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N A M E
Harley Mikael

N I C K N A M E
Har, Mikael

G E N D E R
Male.

A G E
Twenty.

N A T I O N A L I T Y
100% American.

S E X U A L I T Y
Homosexual

"Want to play a game?"


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H E I G H T
5'8".

W E I G H T
121 lbs.

H A I R C O L O U R
Grey/White.

E Y E C O L O U R
Purple.

S K I N T O N E
Pale.

G E N E R A L__A P P E A R A N C E
His most shocking feature is his hair, which is a natural greyish white color with tiny slivers in the back dyed pink and cyan, almost unnoticeable. When he joined the band it wasn't like that, was a dark enough brown that most people assumed it was black, but within a year it slowly turned grey and now is transitioning to white. He has a slim, pale body that almost makes him look underweight, bones sticking out more than they should, but he's perfectly healthy (doesn't stop their manager from trying to force feed him though).

He likes to wear a lot of 'fun' clothes. Bright, eye-catching colors paired with black coats of undershirts, splashes of color against the dark. He almost always has a silver-gold necklace on that has a little skull charm, the only time he's without it is when he's showering. Favoring tighter jeans and slim-fit vnecks, you'll rarely catch him wearing shorts or baggy clothes.


"Let's make it a bet."


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Harley is easy-going. A completely laid-back guy, happy to let the world around him do its thing and he'll do his thing. His only true passion is music, and when you get him on the subject of it or see him in concert, it's quite plainly obvious that singing is his one true love. He rarely lets things bother him, preferring to just brush what he doesn't like off, move on with his life rather than dwelling on something and making a situation worse. Sometimes he tries to play peacemaker, not liking conflict, but most of the time it just puts him in the middle of it and both parties ended up disliking him, so he rarely does it anymore. Instead he sits back and relax, focusing on what he loves and letting everyone else take care of the rest.

Though Harley does have a playful side, and that's when his name really owns up. He's mischievous, always sneaking around behind the scenes, spinning his webs and connecting people. Things as simple as asking one person to go get him something of someone elses, and telling that someone else that he thinks something of his is going to be taken. Or things that take months, even years to unfold. It's pleasing to him, to see all these plans of his come to light, especially since they're very rarely found out until he's ready for them to be. Though he doesn't act childish, there is a part of him that enjoys laughing and joking around, and if he feels comfortable around you then that might be a side of him you get to see.

Overall though, Harley is very calm and collected, never one to rock the boat. He doesn't like being a trouble, it's his biggest fear, so he does his best to stay out of everyone's way and take care of himself. When someone needs something he is more than willing to help, but he'll never ask the same in fear of becoming a bother. Harley doesn't say much, and when he does it's because it's important to him, or he likes you enough to potentially waste his words on you. He easily fades into the background.


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L I K E S
β–² Rain storms β–² Cuddling β–² Music β–² Traveling β–² Sweets β–² Massages β–² Getting to relax β–² Long car rides β–² Listening to others (conversations) β–² Forehead kisses β–² Spontaneity β–² Fires β–² Snowy weather β–² His hair β–² Body art β–² Movies β–² Dancing β–² Sweet nothings β–² Dogs β–² Cheesecake β–² Cuddling up under warm blankets β–² Staying in bed all day β–² Not having to deal with people β–²

D I S L I K E S
β–Ό The water β–Ό Silence β–Ό Being required to talk a lot β–Ό Eating in front of people β–Ό Crowds β–Ό Waking up early β–Ό Sand β–Ό Violence β–Ό Elitists β–Ό Rude people in general β–Ό Being so damn sexy that it hurts β–Ό Being micromanaged β–Ό Staying in one place β–Ό Being restricted β–Ό Chilly weather β–Ό Wearing coats β–Ό Cats β–Ό Liars β–Ό Religion β–Ό Messes β–Ό Being taken care of β–Ό

Q U I R K S
β–ͺ Seems to have an insane fear of the water β–ͺ Tugs at his hair a lot β–ͺ Communicates better with touch/facial expressions than words β–ͺ Will spend days in his room at a time β–ͺ Never eats in front of people β–ͺ Cuddly with friends β–ͺ Often look conflicted, like he's trying to make a decision β–ͺ Gets agitated when people try to help him or give him things β–ͺ Talks most when the subject is music, otherwise speaks a handful of words at a day at best β–ͺ

"I bet I can make you fall in love with me in ten days."


Dialogue Colour
#3EDBD4.

Face Claim
Asahina Tsubaki.

Writer
Gentlemiss.




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So begins...

Harley Mikael's Story

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Character Portrait: Orland Bastion Character Portrait: Nicoli Zabrana Character Portrait: Riorek Natsuye Character Portrait: Achille d'Alexandre Character Portrait: Laven Divheart Character Portrait: Julian Aether Character Portrait: Harley Mikael
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The new band didn't like him. Which didn't make any sense to Nicoli, because how could anyone not like him? He's a big cuddly, and really freaking sexy, teddybear. And he sings, like, really good. Maybe they were jealous, he muses, ready to hide behind Julian and complain about them bullying him when Laven pushed them apart, scolding him for being so not sexy which again confused Nic, but by now he's ready to just go back to his usual arm-crossing, lower lip out pouting until someone offered him something he wanted, but in the end he just stands nearby and shuts his mouth. They were all probably just grouchy from the long car trip, they would soften up to him later, especially if he could convince Jules to make cake!

They started on a tour of the house and Nic follows, hanging back a bit since he had already gotten the tour a few days ago, and these guys were the ones that needed to know where everything was. It was a pretty large house, easy to get lost in, at least for him. He had already run into walls like, at least three times because he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. They said it was his fault for being easily distracted, but that wouldn't have been a problem if they could have just stayed back where they were before, where Nic could walk around with his eyes closed and not run into anything.

The tour wraps up pretty quickly and he watches as most people seem to retreat to their rooms, Julian disappearing to go cook, the grey haired guy having already left without him even noticing. Not really sure what to do with himself now, Nic needed entertainment. Green hair flashes in his peripherals and he has his entertainment. "Hey, you're Achille right?" The blonde puts on a smile as he approaches, stopping a comfortable distance away. "Uh, thanks for downstairs." He rubs the back of his neck, looking awkward because Nic does not like anything remotely serious. And now he's not really sure to go from there, so he finds himself with a bad case of word-vomit instead. "I like your hair by the way, and um, wow you're probably almost a full foot shorter than me aren't you, and uh..."


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Harley didn't mind long car rides. Though he supposes that's because he doesn't mind the long silences, or the way they seemed to go on forever. When he's not driving he just sits in the back and does the same thing he was doing before, minus the steering and pressing down on a pedal, and since he doesn't have the road to pay attention to he finds something else to do. So he just sort of watches his band mates. Orland, all excited and full of energy, looking like a tight coil ready to spring. Harley likes Orland, because he never seems to mind that he doesn't talk much, he doesn't require constant feedback to keep going, and Harley enjoys listening. Achille with his sweets, swapping between eating and napping. And Riorek, who he still wasn't sure about sometimes, because with him he always felt like a bother, and it made him anxious.

Riorek was the one driving when they pulled up to the house, which Harley is grateful for because he's pretty positive he would have wrecked into the house while he was too busy staring at how ginormous it all was. There was no way he was going to be able to get around in there without a map, he was going to get lost so much. They start filing out and Harley waits to be last, shutting the car door softly behind him while he's still looking up at the house. How could anyone live in a place like this? He muses, going to the back to retrieve his suitcase.

They all head inside and Harley, like the rest of Sometimes Monsters, noticed the height thing first. All of them were like giants! Harley was five eight, which wasn't that bad for a guy, but even he would look like a girl next to one of them. Like every other time he starts to get nervous, his hand goes to his hair and he runs his fingers through greyish white locks, tugging at it before dropping his hand back to his side. He wished he had something to ground himself. Instead he had a Riorek being rude, but that wasn't anything new, he always spoke his mind and didn't care what consequences it would have. He angles his head down so white hair falls in front of his eyes, and he hides an already silent chuckle. Soon thereafter they're getting a tour around the place, and Harley is trying to remember how many turns they've made since the front room but he's not sure anymore and perhaps once he found his room he would just stay there all day, that seemed like a good plan. He walked a few steps behind everyone, near the yellow haired guy who had gotten his greeting shot down by Riorek, still trying to map the place out inside his head.

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Character Portrait: Orland Bastion Character Portrait: Nicoli Zabrana Character Portrait: Riorek Natsuye Character Portrait: Achille d'Alexandre Character Portrait: Laven Divheart Character Portrait: Kali Mistry Character Portrait: Julian Aether Character Portrait: Harley Mikael
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Image Looking in the direction Kali left in Lavi sighed softly to himself and followed the others inside. He made sure he was the last one to go locking the front gate and then closing the front door behind him. Staring as the others gathered around and being shown to their rooms, he puckered his lips thinking. This was starting to get even more annoying than he originally thought.

Watching everyone closely, he noticed they were all very different, in height, in actions, personality, style it went on in Lavi's head. Compared to his group, the only one who was different was...well he couldn't think of it. In truth they were all pretty much torn from the same cloth, Lavi just so happened to get the left over end, the short end. Ok so maybe it was him who was different from the rest of them. And sure it made him feel less apart of the band. Specially when no one really noticed him whenever they are around. Once in a while he would catch himself wondering what was going through the company's heads when they grouped them all together.

Image Without thinking, Lavi pulled out his drum sticks and started tapping it against a shelf. He'd do this from time to time whenever his thoughts were lost. Many times he would tap with the flow of his thoughts. If they were ever in a jumble he would play roughly and whenever he was thinking softly his tone in beat would change.

Right now, it was all just jumbles so his beat was a little fast that it made the sticks blur, but the sound come out in a flowy rhythm. Once he caught himself playing he switched rhythms to Fighting Dreamers as he walked around and plopped himself down on the couch and started to play the rest of the song on the wooden coffee table. Slowly he started to him to the song. For some reason this song always made him feel a bit better and sorted out his thoughts, even if it was a ridiculous song.

Sighing as he leaned back against the sofa, tilting his head up towards the ceiling his slipped his sticks back up his sleeves into a hidden built in pocket that he made for all his sweaters. Last night he wasn't able to get to get much sleep, he had stayed up most of the night writing drum notes. Thoughtlessly, his mind drifted off into a deep sleep, letting his body slide over and land on the sofa's pillows. And like that he was out.

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Character Portrait: Orland Bastion Character Portrait: Nicoli Zabrana Character Portrait: Riorek Natsuye Character Portrait: Achille d'Alexandre Character Portrait: Laven Divheart Character Portrait: Kali Mistry Character Portrait: Julian Aether Character Portrait: Harley Mikael
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Riorek seemed to have already accomplished a fourth of his duty with dealing with this other band, as he had almost immediately hurt someone’s feelings- the big guy, Kali- and to be honest Rio had not been expecting such a reaction from a guy that looked like him. He had talked to the little annoying one with lavender hair who had just pulled Nicoli and Julian apart- a futile act, as the damage had already been done- trying to calm his bandmate.

Rye was utterly unimpressed by the display, and furthermore was both disappointed and disgusted with how the large guy acted. He had no guts whatsoever, and he looked like a bloody injured puppy. The pianist had tried to apologize to them, naively assuming that it had been their height that had set Sometimes Monsters off. That was far from the truth, for as far as Rio’s concerned, height, build, physique, and character do not discourage him from picking fights or engaging negatively with people.

The guy even ventured to smile at him, which was another mistake. Immediately, Riorek scowled at him in irritation, dashing any attempts to connect on any kind of level. He wanted absolutely nothing to do with Kali or any other member of Tranzistor, and he would make that exceedingly abundantly clear to each and every one of them.

Chilli, however, seemed to disagree with his stand on the matter. His green haired companion suddenly shifted dangerously close to his personal space, and Riorek was about to lash out when the other beat him to it. Suddenly the shoulder pack was slipping off of Chilli and landing right on his foot. Rio quickly withdrew his foot as the large bag came into contact with it, and he hissed, pain flashing across his face.

Rye immediately shot his head towards Achille, a deadly look on his face. "Ah, my bad." It was painstakingly apparent that his bandmate meant absolutely nothing of what he had just said, and an almost innocent look was perched upon the green-haired boy’s face. As Chilli bent down to retrieve the bag and was just straightening back up, Rek’s hand suddenly landed on his shoulder with a thick clap, and a feigned look of something akin to forgiveness played on his own facial features.

”Of course, darling.” His voice was a low growl, eyes narrowed, sharp, and dangerous. His grip tightened to where his fingers were digging slightly into the other’s shoulder, but he then released and crossed his arms with a look of absolute distaste for this situation, huffing a bit of air past his lips and looking away from Chilli.

However, Achille then spoke up, intending to introduce them, but he spoke with an accusing undertone, and Rye couldn’t help but smirk. This was why he liked the boy- while they might have their small spats, they were usually on the same page in one way or another. However, the smirk dropped immediately when the pianist introduced him improperly- by his nickname. He did the same thing with Oreo, and Riorek quickly spoke up with a rough tone.

”Riorek, Orland.” He corrected, a harsh look to his face, almost as if he were daring these strangers to refer to him with something so personal. He pointed Orland out when he said his name; while Rye was sure Orland wouldn’t really mind either way, it was a point that needed to be made clear.

Achille was then politely trying to dismantle the situation by suggesting that Sometimes Monsters should be shown to their rooms, but then the boy was trying to play off Rye’s natural hostility as nothing more than having to drive for over 12 hours. He was then touching him again, patting his shoulder, but Rek didn’t particularly care at that moment. Sure, it was annoying and demeaning, but this was just how their relationship worked.

The bassist, who seemed to be the leader of the group by default as he appeared to be the only one who was mature, then defused the awkward and hostile scene by agreeing to show them to their rooms. Rye didn’t pay much attention to what was said afterwards, as he could care less about this Kali guy, and was pretty well considering just skipping this whole β€˜tour’ thing and going off to find a room himself. However, he didn’t get the chance as he suddenly felt Orland’s grip around his sleeve, tugging him along to go after the group. With a small, grudging sigh, he allowed himself to be dragged around by the little red-head.

Lavi had disappeared soon after they had begun the tour, and Riorek was being all too patient with this whole ordeal, when really he just wanted to move in and create a safe place for himself. Then go play some basketball, probably. They better have a hoop set up here, or so help me…. He thought silently to himself, a look of dark irritation suddenly flickering across his face.

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Character Portrait: Orland Bastion Character Portrait: Nicoli Zabrana Character Portrait: Riorek Natsuye Character Portrait: Achille d'Alexandre Character Portrait: Laven Divheart Character Portrait: Julian Aether Character Portrait: Harley Mikael
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Was it a given that Rio was angry for Chilli introduced them with their nicknames beside Chilli himself? Probably. But honestly, only Rio was bothered with that anyway so it mattered little. He should get rid of his fear of getting familiar with people already, how will he ever date in the future if he still was going to be like that? Chilli was doing it for his sake!- well, obviously not, but let's just put it that way. Chilli is known for being the "Pretty Boy" of the group and in contrast to Rio the "Angelic Prince" of some sort, always showing kindness without malice - well pretty much acting in public as the super pure and kind-hearted guy. There's a need for him to let out his true nature a bit, and the only place he could do it was among Sometimes Monsters. Though Harley- well Harley was some sort of an exception. Chilli liked his company especially since he prefers not to ask question to cause any possible conflict. Often it was Oreo he'd tease with a camera he also brought with him solely for Oreo's "sake". But oddly enough, Chilli also liked to bother Rio despite his (as Chilli put it) bothersome attitude and ignited his irritation quite easily to be honest, though the struggle Rio gave him entertained Chilli nonetheless.

Like when Rio quite gently gripped on his shoulders to the point Chilli felt as though Rio's fingers almost pierced through his skin just then. He could only grin to Rio's response though and was quite disappointed not being able to see his expression while he was referred by him as 'darling'. Chilli knew it; Rio could be quite the sweetheart if he just tried. Though a little resentment was still there, for he felt his fingers still in his shoulder, could feel that he left his traces. After all, in aspect of strength, Rio was in the upper hand. Why can't he be gentle to him? A rhetorical question, Chilli could answer by himself.

Quite an odd combination the Bassist made with the Lead Singer, appeared to Chilli like Owner and Puppy sort of relationship. Julian, mature and calm tried to dissolve the tension and started to pick some of their luggage up with him, intended to show them around. Just what Chilli waited for. Though he was holding a grudge on their manager for having them come later than the Tranzsistors and thus giving the other band the chance to choose their preferred rooms ahead of time, he followed the guy obediently without any other comment. He'd ruin the atmosphere he feared if he was to say something right now.

Chilli was quick to choose and got a room upstairs at the end of the hall with a balcony that had a fantastic view to the vast blue ocean that truly lid up his mood. Yeah, that's how a holiday should be! A little hasty he just threw everything (aside his keyboard of course, which he slowly put down on the desk not to harm it in any way) on his claimed bed- which he had two in the room oddly - and stepped outside to the balcony. He truly enjoyed the wind that came towards him as though a greeting and looked at the view that was wonderful beyond words.

There was another balcony at his left, not really far from his he estimated, so he could with little effort get on there and smuggle into his neighbor's room. He wondered who had taken that room though, and hid a smirk before he popped out his room again after he aired the quite stuffy room a bit. Did he just hear someone tapping on something? He stared at Oreo's direction, but he seemed not to be the source of the faint noise that slowly disappeared. He brushed it off, finally noticing that Julian is gone. "Hey, you're Achille right?" Suddenly the blonde Lead Singer approached him, seemed to be quite uncomfortable in his skin. Not like Chilli could blame him though. He thanked him, which Chilli surprised quite a bit. Didn't think that someone sprouting with confidence ever would do such a stunt. Guess he was too soon to judge.

He acted a little weird though, making the situation quite awkward. Only little did Chilli care, merely was curious what exactly the intentions of this blonde head was. Surely, he would not stop after thanking him, right? It would be way too trivial. "No prob. After all Riorek-" He emphasized a little loudly for Rio to possibly hear. "-Can be quite a dick." He finished, his expression innocent and his smile is kept polite.

"I like your hair by the way, and um, wow you're probably almost a full foot shorter than me aren't you, and uh..."

Now, this was not going anywhere. Just spit out what you exactly want from me, will you? A little impatient he lift his eyebrow, wondering whether Nicoli'd want to continue with the nonsensical words he spoke until Chilli eventually commented: "Blah blah blah," - which displayed his boredom quite well. Shortly after he smiled though, looking up to the tall guy with faked innocence. "Thank you for your compliments... Where's Julian by the way? You're quite close to him," He played disappointment as he pouted a little. "He seemed really nice...," Innocent eyes fluttered at Nicoli as though begging him to do Chilli a favor. "Does he have... a lover?," With that question, he suddenly reached for Nicoli's shirt, grabbing it tightly and looking up to him as though in brink of tears. "If not- then!!" He stopped, pretending not to find any suitable words by biting his lips but actually examined Nicoli's reaction. Was he surprised? Jealous? Troubled? Or even- disgusted? His little play for his own amusement set its objective to find out just that. Not like Chilli was seriously interested in Julian- though Chilli acted quite splendidly as always.

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Character Portrait: Orland Bastion Character Portrait: Nicoli Zabrana Character Portrait: Riorek Natsuye Character Portrait: Achille d'Alexandre Character Portrait: Laven Divheart Character Portrait: Julian Aether Character Portrait: Harley Mikael
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Orland was quick to claim a room, making sure it was the one closest to Riorek, in this case directly across from his friend. It was smaller but Orland did not mind, he found the smaller space to be cozy and easy to get comfortable in and he had everything he needed in its place soon enough, and it seemed his band-mates had a similar idea, with Harley... Huh? Where was Harley. Peeking into the hallway confused he did not see his friend but he did see Chille talking to Nic and he was getting that look in his eyes, the look that meant he was going to mess with someones head. He was NOT going to get involved with that! Looking across the hall into Rio's room Orland contemplated how to lift his friends mood so he did not potentially murder anyone. It did not take long for his mind to strike an idea and he was headed toward the kitchen where he was pretty sure Julian had said he would be.

A few minutes later Orland was headed back-upstairs with a basketball he did not bother announcing himself before walking into Riorek's room. "Hey Riooo~ Catch!" Playfully throwing the basketball at his friend he grinned from ear to ear. "I asked the Julian guy and he said there's a hoop set up on the patio! I thought maybe me and you versus two of the giraffes?" Rocking back and forth on his heels he looked at Riorek like a Labrador puppy looked at its owner after fetching a ball, proud and way too excited. Orland froze for a moment trying to remember something, "Huh... Oh yeah! Lunch is also going to be out on the patio so were suppose to tell everyone ok?" Orland could hardly contain himself as he stood still he wanted confirmation that he'd done good and cheered his friend up, if not this then the only other thing he could think of was some serious hug therapy and that might be weird considering there were people everywhere.




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Julian was quite happy once he returned to his kitchen, he quickly got to work on some sandwiches making many different varieties as he was unsure which ones everyone would like. He also decided that some lemonade might be a good idea considering the hot weather. He was in the process of cutting more cheese when he heard someone walk into the kitchen, or in this case someone cower shyly at the entrance of the kitchen. "Excuse me Mr.Julian sir." Looking up with a smirk Julian corrected him easily "Just Julian is fine, or Jule's what can I help you with Orland?" The request was an odd one, 'Are there any basketballs around? And is there a hoop.' The red-head did not look like the type who played sports in his spare time but Julian directed him downstairs to where the sports equipment was stored and told him there was a hoop on the patio. Now that he thought about it the patio was also a good place for lunch, as the redhead departed he quickly told him to tell anyone he saw lunch was being served outside.

A little while later he was done, he had a large tray of sandwiches and a large jug of lemonade. He quickly set everything up outside on the patio table. Then he went back inside to get everyone outside, he decided to start with Laven who seemed to think that sleeping all morning was not enough. Shaking his shoulder's gently Julian crouched down. "Lavi... Wake up or I'll start worrying over you." And yes Julian meant it as a threat, it was common knowledge in the band that when Julian got worried he could become quite relentless in his pursuit of ensuring someone's health was being looked after, he had driven more then a few people insane by his endless questioning and doting. "Or I'll pick you up. I've done it before and I will do it again." As if to prove his point he started snaking his hands under the lavender haired boy.

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After his sharp comment about Rio, he heard his clear voice not particulary content with what Chilli remarked - and Chilli could bet what vulgar gesture Rio directed to Chilli at that moment. However, Chilli's eyes was glued on Nicoli as though he was only warped up with everything surround them. Which of course, was not really the case. He knew well what happened at his close surrounding by the corner of his eyes - some sort of an aptitude it seemed.

Anyways, concentrating on the here and now, Chilli had his fun with figuring Nicoli's reaction out after his little act. And honestly, it was beyond entertaining. His expression shifted from surprised to uneasy, to confused and unhappy, to reluctant also defensive. It was quite a rapid change of bumfuzzled facial expressions which was quite farraginous to observe but very very interesting. It was intersting how he referred to Julian as his 'husband'. Chilli heard rumours but hearing it from the person directly concerned was quite a difference after all.

There was a frown before Nicoli continued, sort of gave Chilli the permission to get closer to Julian. How Nicoli expressed himself was honestly cute though - like a mother who tried to protect her baby even though it had grown up to be an adult. That is, not until he considered the meanings behind him avoiding his gaze and awkward sentences afterwards. It was nothing that was set in stone, of course, but Chilli had a hunch. A hunch he'd like to be verified.

A knock on the door was something he registered, but paid not much attention to. Only after Kali's voice was heard, Chilli turned to see the oldest standing there, looking almost newborn. He had enough with pouting at the corner, Chilli supposed. He seemed now confident and relaxed, just how Chilli knew him from the press. How interesting. Most interesting however, was what he said before he disappeared downstairs. "I won't tell Jewel's, Neko."

That made Chilli turn back his entire attention to Nicoli, observing him as though he just caught his lover cheating on him. His eyes was practically screaming: 'What did he mean by that?' as he searched for Nicoli's gaze. "I let you know I am indeed serious." His voice seemed almost threatening. "And I won't lose to you!" He continued his eyes dangerously emmit a competitive spirit. "Unlike yourself, I am very loyal. I'll never hurt my partner. Ever." Whether Chilli believed something more than friends was going on between Nicoli and Julian? Not really, he doubted it very much. Though he'd really like to see some development; clearly, it seemed that there was a need for him to get things moving. At least that was Chilli's 'noble' reason to continue with his act. Being the third wheel was suppose to be something good and spreads happiness, was it not?

"Hey! Julian wanted me to tell people that lunch is being served outside on the patio so lets goooo~"

Oreo's voice was now heard, but Chilli's eyes was still glued on Nicoli - before he let go and put distance between them. His eyes now purposefully not seeing him. "Wait a sec, Oreo, I gotta search for Harley." The very second after he passed Nicoli as though ignoring him and called for Sometimes Monsters' Lead Singer. "Harley? You coming? Lunch is ready!" Chilli started to search for him and as he eventually found him, he dragged him with hasty movements to the corridor and immediately went downstairs. "Sorry," Chilli then said after they arrived downstairs, letting go of Harley's hand. Harley was the last person he wants to be hated by. "Guess I was too obsessed back then. Anyway, let's go to the patio?" He then said putting all explanations aside. He honestly did not want to tell Harley about his little mischief.

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Everything happened very quickly and then Nicoli found himself left alone with Orland in the hallway upstairs. Rubbing at the back of his neck, and really only half-listening to what the redhead was saying, he tried to figure out exactly what had just gone down. Did... Achille really want to date Julian? And if so, was he really honestly seriously okay with that? I mean, this was his husband they were talking about here! That was like, infedility or something like that. He's not quite sure on the term, but he knows there's something about it (his manager had brought it up as a reason for him to not get married to the cute redhead he'd just met the day prior to this conversation). This is around the time Nic decides he'll re-win Julian's heart, and this time he'll keep it!

With not much warning, Nic turns towards Orland and offers him a big smile, wrapping his arm around his shoulders and pulling him close. Or well, close enough for one tight half-hug squeeze thing and then loosen his grip in favor of messing up his hair then pulling away altogether. "It's okay Carrot! I'm sure in a few days we'll all be great friends!" They were all probably just grouchy from the long trip, or maybe they thought his band was going to be stuck up since they're like, awesome. But Sometimes Monsters was just as popular as them, it was just a more... recent fame. It didn't matter, it wouldn't last and that was all that mattered. Everyone would be getting along soon enough, right?

He lets Orland lock arms with him, pretends to struggle a few steps even before letting him drag him off. He's just as hungry as the kid probably. Before willingly going with him though, he manages a desperate-sounding, "I'll only go with you if you promise to sit next to me!" Sort of like the desperate friend being dragged out of the school bathroom during lunch on the first day, because they're nervous they won't have anywhere to sit and will look like a loser. In reality he just wants to get to know this shy little kid. Shyness was Nic's thing, if you were shy you better watch out because he was coming to get all in your space and really, he has no respect for personal bubbles, they don't even exist in his world.


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Harley had found his room and had planned to stay in there the rest of the night. And probably the rest of the week, because all the tension that resided outside his now-locked bedroom door was way too much for him. It wasn't really that he was shy, because he had no problem being with Orland most of the time, and he had had a few other friends in his lifetime. Some people just liked to assume things, and it was easier to stay locked up inside than have to go out and figure out how to explain to them that talking just really wasn't his thing, when... talking really wasn't his thing.

It wasn't like he wouldn't talk at all, just most of the time didn't have anything to say, so he didn't. He had gotten yelled at for being rude so many times before because of it too, people assuming he was silent because he was in a bad mood, or was bored of them. When in reality it felt more like there was a hundred pound boulder on his throat everytime he tried to force himself to talk. Singing was easier for him, it was one of the only subjects you could find him actively communicating about, rather than using half-assed hand gestures and his made up version of sign language to speak.

Around the time he hears Orland shouting about it being time for lunch is when he sneaks out of his room. He's hoping everyone is distracted by the prospect of food, and he had forgotten his duffel downstairs and it had his sheet music in it. That, of course, doesn't work. He gets about three steps outside his door before his hand is grabbed and he's being tugged downstairs, and honestly, maybe if he had been paying a little attention to what was happening around him he would have heard his name being called, but instead he had been so worried about sneaking by unnoticed that... well Chilli's voice had gone unnoticed.

He thinks he might be having a heart attack, because suddenly his shoulder is aching and he's really not okay with touch he didn't anticipate or agree to, or maybe it's just a panic attack and if he focuses on breathing it'll be alright. Achille's voice is heard again and be manges a weak nod in his direction, looking a little shaken but knowing that he was about to be forced into a room of even more people, so he's doing his best to hold it together. So he waits for the pianist to start moving before he quietly follows afterwards, trying to make himself as tiny as possible behind him until he can sneak to a seat, choosing a place that was as far away as he could get. Which in reality only ended up being an empty seat down from one of the Tranzistor members.

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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.