Ryuu grinned.

"I'll be there before the friggin' part'ay begins! I hope there are a lot of jerks there... Cause I could show you how awesome my powers are with some training dummies!...

...I'm kidding. Sort of."

When Serena stated that she was leaving, Ryuu called out, "Hey, wait- I didn't even get your phone number yet!"

The otaku blinked, watching the havoc she made. He decided not to worry about it; after all, she seemed to demonstrate how easy it was to spot her. Preventing himself from laughing at the kitsune, he immediately turned to David, standing up as he took out a notepad and a pencil.

"Alright, Dave," he said, his first and last biscuit in his mouth. "I'll be givin' ya my email. Remember, when you type in '0taku,' the letter O is actually a zero. Catch ya at the party!"

Ryuu hurriedly ran, looking as if he were chasing after a fox. In truth, however, he was going somewhere else. In fact, he had begun to panic when he realized that his back had felt light for the entirety of the day.

[i]Out of all things, I leave my f-ing BACKPACK at the AUDITORIUM! Way to go, Ryuu! You'll grow up to be a fine dumbass someday![/i]

 The sunglasses-wearing student flew by many students, fully intent on reclaiming his bag. And he forgot that he needed to make a call to his sister soon. A quieter place would be a good choice.

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Terotrax scratched his head, confused by... something.

"That's really strange," he thought aloud. "I coulda sworn I felt somethin' supah'-awesome here..."

He was sure that his necklace was working, but alas, it seemed the source of pain had vanished. Had there been the source, then he would have been singing and dancing already. People told him that his music brought life, even if he was not aware of it. Even the man who gave him the necklace seemed to enjoy the hyperactive soundtracks he showcased. Terotrax was confident in at least helping others feel better if that really was the case.

"Well, I better get goin'," he said, putting down his boombox with a wide smile. "But first: practice time!"

Turning the boombox on at a low volume, the man warmed his skills up a bit. He heard on his way here that a party would begin, though he had no idea in where it was going to take place in. The student, however, trusted nature, and he believed that he would somehow find the party by himself. He could bring even more life into other people's hearts! That alone was enough for his dream to become a mighty fine, spiritual healer of music.

He tried out several breakdances, his hands planted firmly on the boombox sitting on the ground. He sure was still a flexible giant.