[center][h3][color=#FF7F00]Shiro Kawabata[/color] & [color=#DC143C]Akane Himura[/color][/h3]
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[hider=Dank Beats][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0YoUh0SjWc[/youtube][/hider][/center]

Maybe it was just to rub salt into the already gaping wound or to exacerbate his current affairs in what could be argued to be a masochistic manner, but much like his cyanic haired compadre Shiro too donned the attire of his DGO mirror. Not that his outfit really had any defining attributes or inflections that screamed [i]I'm Paper Moon!!![/i], just a slapstick arrangement of blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a jacket the color of the midnight that commonly accompanies the moon. What is did scream was [i]nondescript[/i], though what did capture his IG life's temperament was the famous pair of goggles strung around orange locks, and of course the nucleus of the whole display, the face with an iconic, borderline idiotic smile. The announcement which Strawberry had broadcast across the entirety of the Black City had evidently been burned into the face of the main forums and still retained in prominence as a hot topic. This choice of action was basically the final nail on his own coffee.

While the student radiated his usual excessive amounts of jubilation, the past couple days had nibbled at the kid behind the smile. An immeasurable amount of caffeine, sugar, fruit, and after the recent onset of angst thanks to the imminent series of musical numbers, adrenaline flowed through his bloodstream culminating into a crude high that could crash at any second. But gotta live up to hopes, yeah? Which is precisely why Shiro had to hold up if Asahi, a discharge of as of two days ago, was at least making the effort to keep up a composed front. For the most part. [color=#FF7F00]"Sure the big man's got cold feet.  We all do. Just our job to make sure we don't get frostbite and break some legs! Not actually! Well...maybe. Lel."[/color] The boy made a feigning laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck. He was on the more lawful end of the Sweeper spectrum thankfully. Shiro detached himself from a group and made his way over to the two, nearly tripping a few times along the way. He slid to a halt and instantly dove into inspecting Jiro's garbs with a whistle deposited every couple seconds. [color=#FF7F00]"Wow, not too shabby. Akane did a pretty good job with the outfi-ACK"[/color]

The master seamstress herself suddenly materialized by the three and dug her foot into the side of the chatterbox. Many would consider stopping Shiro from embarking on another monologue a good deed. The boy let out a faint cry in response and laid motionless, meanwhile Akane lowered her leg and cast a sideways glance to her higher-ups, hands tucked deeply into the frilly skirt of her strawberry outfit. The two should have surely observed the ravine dug deeply between her knitted brows, a result of hours spent painstakingly knitting, and as the they would soon find out, painstakingly pricking her fingers into decimation. She produced a hand coated with Hello Kitty band-aids and gave a sub-par greeting to her comrades, [color=#DC143C]"Asahi. Jiro."[/color] The girl shifted her golden irises flickered over to the student in the midst of making a recovery and narrowed, as if pushing him back down. [color=#DC143C][b]"Trash."[/b][/color]

[@Mega Birb][@Lucius Cypher] (Idk about roflsmazoy yet? Gonna finish this tomorrow morning.)