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It’s not like anything can get any worse by doing this, Arakita thinks as he continues to plaster flyers up on the street lights around the Yonan University campus. His hands are just on the verge of going numb, and he’s probably eaten more tape than he’s stuck on at this point, but at least he’s getting out. Doing stuff. Being productive. There hasn’t been a lot in his life for a while; getting seriously injured and quitting the sport which you poured years into would do that to you; but he’s been slaving away at a new, ugh, “hobby” as his mom likes to call it, so not everything’s gone to the shitter. Things are actually looking pretty up, in all honesty. And he hasn’t even flunked out of university. Yet. There’s always time.
Either way, he’s down to his last flyer and he’s pretty pleased with how everything’s gone. Arakita looks down at his wonky, lopsided handiwork, beaming at the text that he’d written out at 1 AM the previous night. Of course, he’d rushed out to the 24/7 Internet cafe near his building to get it printed seconds after he’d completed it, because that’s the type of person he is. The piece of paper reads:
FUCKUP BASSIST SEEKING FUCKUP DRUMMER