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> Ø || Lone walking through the city was such a bore. He wished he had someone with him at times, but oh well. It’s not like he needed a guardian or anything. He could shove off paparazzi with ease.
> Ø || But it did suck. Shopping for new outfits was no fun by himself by all means. He couldn’t even have a second opinion. Walking out of the store, he took in a deep breath of the city air and frowned. Might as well should get back to the station and head for home before it got dark.
> Ø || But not before spotting something he wished he didn’t pass by. A music store! Boy was it his lucky day! He needed a new bass since his “Old Reliable” finally kicked the curb. It wouldn’t hurt to snag one, would it?
> Ø || He opened the door to hear a ringing bell and be greeted by the clerk, the other staffers murmuring at his mere presence. Immediately heading towards the bass section, he spotted one and pulled it off the shelf, turning on the amp and grabbing a dangling chord to try it on.
> Ø || It was the exact new model he was looking for. Silky smooth playing, nice weight, great feel, it was a dream boat. He seemed to get so lost in the instrument, slapping away at a solo that he did not expect what happened next.
> Ø || A sudden tap on his shoulder and he flinched, feeling the hairs of his neck stand straight, he stumbled around, nearly knocking the amps with the bass’s headstock. Panting slightly from the shock, he let out a breath of relief.
> Ø || Seeing the blue haired girl before him, he relaxed himself before speaking up. “Sorry. Startled me. Can I help you, miss?”
> Ø || It was odd and he didn’t know why, but he couldn’t help but feel familiarity from her face…
Working with Takura in Okina was a bit of a stretch, at times--it was little issue when she was in Tokyo, and only a train’s ride away, but the plane rides between there and Sapporo could be a little tiring, even for her. Still, the business trips were important for agency relations, and they weren’t without their pleasures; the leniency people showed her was frankly incredible for an idol to receive.
Still, she wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. The local music store was a godsend, and they carried the brand of strings Len used for his bass. And as long as she kept her eyes covered and her hair down, no one would be any wiser that Hatsune Miku was in their store. It had worked every other time, at least!
The clerk greeted her on entering, already accustomed to her disguised self, and she made her way to the bass section. They kept the strings up along a rack on the wall, and Miku would be in and out in no time flat. Now, where was... oh?
The strings were in sight, but so was something else. Granted, she was only seeing him from behind, but... no, no, there was no mistake. Even if Miku didn’t get a reading on him, there was no way she could mistake that haircut. It almost stood out as much as hers!
He looked very absorbed in the bass in his hands, though, and she doubted he would want her calling his name aloud; the tap on the shoulder seemed like a good idea at the time, but the way he jumped said otherwise. It was hard not to laugh, admittedly, even more so when he didn’t recognize her. The pigtails really did make the idol, huh?
“No, no, it was my own fault. I should no better than to scare you like that.” Miku raised her sunglasses from her face, and pressed a finger to her lips in secrecy.
“It’s been a while, Narukami-san.”
