[center][h3][color=#FF7F00]Shiro Kawabata[/color] & [color=#DC143C]Akane Himura[/color][/h3]
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[color=#DC143C]"Well, as much as I hate to say it, you aren't dead weight Kosuke. So I think I could manage dealing with an anxious stomach for at least one number. But as they say..."[/color] Akane smirked while Jiro and Kosuke performed a two-hit combo on the eccentric eye-patch wearer, [color=#DC143C]"C'est la vie."[/color] Though her words barely registered over the cries of sorrow emanating from the boy now sprawled on the backstage floor in an overly dramatic fashion. A certified drama queen he was. A real thespian. Akane fixed the two boys with a nod of approval before the costumes called for her attention once more. She primly eased the last outfits onto hangars, labeled them with the names of the respective dancers, primarily background characters composed of low level Strykers. Thankfully most of the aforementioned players weren't high enough to don intricate gear, otherwise an IV line directly connected to pure caffeine may have been required to accomplish this feat. She patted down the last outfit and took a step back from the rack. The girl didn't have the energy to contain the sigh of relief and jubilation. But her job wasn't done yet. No, the show must go on, as they say. Yet they couldn't be judged if they decided to place a little intermission before the whole shebang. 

[color=#DC143C]"Well, that settles that."[/color] The healer spun around to only see Shiro still lying on the floor. [color=#DC143C]"...Hey, Jiro, where's the trash? There's a lot of clutter on the floor that needs cleaning."[/color] Akane was of course referring to the piles of boxes, plastic bags, and packing materials scattered throughout the room. Yet her nonchalant words were misinterpreted as intended and got the orange-haired boy onto his feet in a second flat. She had to go to great lengths to hide the snide smirk.

[color=#FF7F00]"WHY DOES EVERYBODY THINK THAT THE COMICAL RELIEF IS ALWAYS A MASOCHIST?! I LIKE FUNNY STUFF. PAIN ISN'T FUNNY STUFF. AND THUS BY THAT THEOREM, I DO NOT LIKE PAIN."[/color] Shiro had to dedicate each hand to the inflicted areas to soothe the two sources of pain. Evidently his words fell of deaf ears. Or it's just that his comrades wrote off the series of pleas leaving his mouth as a Shiro moment, that he was being very Shiro-like. Well Shiro lives matter! Bitches also love cannons too, but that's besides the point. Or is it? [color=#FF7F00]"Wonder why Asahi suddenly dipped though?"[/color] He asked the gathered members as his eyes fell on the exit their leader vacated the premises through. The image of the spectacled girl from earlier came to mind, but while he totally shipped Asahi with her, he couldn't imagine the guy would up and leave for a dame he'd surely run into by happenstance later on. [color=#FF7F00]"Well anyways, we've got some time to roam, so go out there, enjoy the festival, and live your high school lives to the fullest extent! So in other words, spend an excessive amount of dolla on premium goods. Where I'm headed, you may ask?"[/color] The bunny on Shiro's eye patch gave off an especially adventurous vibe, [color=#FF7F00]"Wherever the wind takes me!"[/color] And with that the boy raced out of the room, his jacket flowing behind him just like a cape.

Akane raised an eyebrow at the odd spectacle and could only shake her head as a follow-up reaction. [color=#DC143C]"Well, that being said, be sure as hell not to get my pride and joy dirty should you go parading around with your costumes. [b]Or else.[/b][/color] The corners of her lips curved into a smile that hid a true force of evil. [color=#DC143C]"And since I'm probably going to save those sweets from Eris' gang for later, I'm rather hungry. Tag along if you'd like."[/color] She let the offer float there while she briskly made her way for the exit, only now did she register her empty stomach.

[@Mega Birb][@RoflsMazoy]
(coolab with kimi tomorrow)