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Yamato laid back against the couch with Sora sitting comfortably against his chest. He found himself at such comfort, with music playing in the earphone in one ear, Sora sharing the other while she scrolled through her phone.
“Isn’t this the band we’re listening to?” she asked suddenly.
Yamato joined her in staring at her phone screen, and when he read the headline, he scoffed.
“Those music critics - they just don’t get it,” he said. “They’re going to make a band seem like the greatest known to mankind one day, and then write them off as failures the next.”
“That black and white logic can’t be healthy to anyone.” Sora turned to Yamato, and he noticed concern in her stare. “I hope you pay no mind to that when you’re famous.”
Yamato smiled. “You mean, ‘if’.”
Sora rolled her eyes and sighed as she returned to her comfortable spot, but Yamato held her closer, and returned to enjoying the music with her.