[h3][b]Sato Hashimoto[/b] // [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OGzZS2eadWY]Warakuma Mall Center[/url][/h3] 	[center][i]“You had my note?” he asked with a deep harsh voice and a strongly 
marked German accent. “I told you that I would call.” He looked from one 
to the other of us, as if uncertain which to address. 

	“Pray take a seat,” said Holmes. “This is my friend and colleague, Dr. 
Watson, who is occasionally good enough to help me in my cases. Whom 
have I the honour to address?”[/i][/center]

	[color=salmon]”[i]Sato![/i]”[/color] The teen looked up from his book, meeting the eyes of his fellow student. [color=salmon]”How can ya even read in a place like this? And with those girls on the stage?”[/color] Rento’s eyes were locked on to the stage, only flicking a glance over in Sato’s direction as he spoke. The two males were positioned at the back wall, much to Rento’s frustration. They could hear the music plenty clearly but the waves of people and the obvious distance obscured their view of the actual stage. Sato sat cross-legged, focused on the book he was reading, occasionally stopping to peck at the salad balanced on his lap.

	[color=skyblue]”I’m not really that into this stuff actually,”[/color] Sato replied, looking up from the words on the page momentarily. He’d thought it’d be something to do but watching these cutesy girls dance around and sing a type of music he didn’t even really like wasn’t doing it for him. He’d bought a few books as he was walking to the food court, being unable to resist a good deal on his favorite genre. [color=skyblue]”There wasn’t much else going on for me this week, so I thought I’d keep you company instead of reading by my lonesome. Though, I can’t say it’s a very pleasant audial experience.”[/color]

	Rento leaned back into the wall, a bit of a grimace on his face. [color=salmon]”Man, I can’t enjoy this if you’re not into it too. Way to kill a guy’s mood.”[/color]  Sato frowned. Rento probably would’ve found someone else to go with him had he not went, and he felt bad for being a killjoy. What an extrovert this guy was. It wasn’t until Rento spoke up again did Sato realise he was leaning into him, pointing at someone out of the crowd. [color=salmon]”Hey, look at mask boy over there. Weird, eh? Lugging a guitar ‘round the mall…”[/color]

	Sato looked over at whoever Rento was gesturing towards, which proved easy enough. There was, after all, only one young man carrying a guitar on his back and an unusual mask on his face. It would’ve been understandable had it been the typical kind of mask people wore, but this was a bit more… out there. Definitely not disposable. Mind the guitar too, the possibly more interesting part. His curiosity was rising, and when Rento elbowed him in the side, it got the best of him. Sato rose to his feet, passing off the half-finished salad to Rento and shoving the novel into his coat pocket.

	As he approached the boy, Sato noticed the young man had his eyes closed, presumably focusing on something and/or listening to the music as he walked. Sato scratched the back of his head a bit before speaking up. [color=skyblue]”Excuse me, sir, but will you be playing today? I’m just curious.”[/color] He glanced over to Rento, who gave a simple thumbs up back. Whatever the idols were performing ended, and as they began to transition to the next song, the roar of the crowd filled the mall. Sato never fancied unruly crowds live performances of stuff like idols and rock bands always brought with them. As he waited for the crowd to die down and the young man to reply, Sato watched the boy carefully, looking for a sign of annoyance.

[@AcerRo]