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"Fine," Kouyou sighs again. "I guess I don't want you to get murdered." Reaching out, he takes one of the guitar cases from Akira, moving it out of the way. "Like, what would people say if we had a dead bassist?" he continues, grinning as he bumps his knee against the case. "No one would ever want to come to one of our lives ever again, and then where would we be?"
"Thanks, man," Akira says dryly, sliding one knee into the back of the van and leaning forward to carefully fit the guitar case into place. "I can feel the love, you know, it really feels like you give a shit." He leans back and Kouyou catches the edge of a grin on his face, half-hidden in darkness. "If I die, I'm haunting your ass forever."
(or: uruha and reita mess around in the back of aoi's van after a gig, because they're idiots)
