Busy panicking. He just spent two hours outside Leo's door, knocking and messaging to no avail. It hasn't been long since Hiyori last heard from him. It seems impossible that he could be gone. That he could be a statue somewhere, when he's been at the resort even longer than Hiyori has. Smiling, laughing, playing impromptu concerts, holing up in his room and composing the night away...
He slumps over on a bench, staring at the registry. Hoping against hope that somehow, he missed Leo's name the last time he looked. But it isn't there. He doesn't see it anywhere, which means...
He gets a new message.
It takes him a moment to check it, and then several moments to reply.]
Reira-chan. How lovely to hear from you.
[He replies like normal (albeit with fewer emojis). There's no reason to dump his problems on her. Though, can he really hope to carry on like nothing's changed...?
Even thinking about making music makes him think of Leo, and his stomach sinks. Maybe he should be upfront with her.]
I'd be happy to come up with lyrics. Write them, rehearse them, meet your other collaborators, and whatever else you like.
But I'm not sure now's the best time. Someone I know went missing, so. That's been a bit stressful.
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Busy panicking. He just spent two hours outside Leo's door, knocking and messaging to no avail. It hasn't been long since Hiyori last heard from him. It seems impossible that he could be gone. That he could be a statue somewhere, when he's been at the resort even longer than Hiyori has. Smiling, laughing, playing impromptu concerts, holing up in his room and composing the night away...
He slumps over on a bench, staring at the registry. Hoping against hope that somehow, he missed Leo's name the last time he looked. But it isn't there. He doesn't see it anywhere, which means...
He gets a new message.
It takes him a moment to check it, and then several moments to reply.]
Reira-chan. How lovely to hear from you.
[He replies like normal (albeit with fewer emojis). There's no reason to dump his problems on her. Though, can he really hope to carry on like nothing's changed...?
Even thinking about making music makes him think of Leo, and his stomach sinks. Maybe he should be upfront with her.]
I'd be happy to come up with lyrics. Write them, rehearse them, meet your other collaborators, and whatever else you like.
But I'm not sure now's the best time. Someone I know went missing, so. That's been a bit stressful.