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The sound crackles radio-like through the cheap earphones, half of what it should be, but Asuka rocks out in the changing room like she's onstage.
The CD arrived with the mail earlier, already it's on its third spin. Asuka really likes Seemann, which is next.
Asuka crashes into someone. Her discman clatters to the floor, pieces scattering like eggshells. Rei stares at the mess she's made.
Asuka slaps her.
"Do you have any idea how much trouble I went through to get this?"
Rei says nothing, doesn't defend herself. Slapping, screaming, scratching, nothing brings any satisfaction. It only stings more.