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“I know! They’re weird, aren’t they? I just see them around like this. I hope it wasn’t painful.” She gave the cat’s radio head a thoughtful look-over. Despite her small insensitivities, she didn’t want to see animals hurt. A scratch or two would make her curiosity over the radio pass.

Referring to the spikes, she added, “I wondered what that was. Is there a trigger button somewhere? They have to catch the attention of a few potential fans! Although, I can’t tell if you’re a band member or a model…” He had the face for a model, at least. She couldn’t imagine he was less than those two! If he wasn’t, it was possible she could get him to consider GANG☆STAR…

Karen’s fingers traveled back to the radio’s knobs, drawing the frequency over to his request. She succeeded, but holding the cat in one arm worked against her as expected. The cat hopped down lightly onto its feet.

“Um… is that the right station?” she asked nervously, only half-ready to gear herself up for another chase.

                   Model ??  It’s a common question he’d get back then, coming around.   “  Band member but the cattle think I do some modelin’ too. Crazy world outta there buuut I wouldn’t mind doin’ some work like that. I mean it promotes my band, right ??   ”  Well, his logic isn’t all too flawed there, but the work was insane. Writing songs and going on tour was already more than enough of an insane schedule. Exhausted every night after another LIVE– as much as he loved the attention, even his beautiful face needed to rest.

                    Crow chooses to ignore the questions and the weird looks he gained from everyone regarding his spikes. He likes to believe he was normal.   “  Tell ya what, since I have nothin’ else to do… I might consider doin’ it for the time being.  ”   Although his wardrobe was the biggest mess, his style was admittingly not as terrible as his sense of “having clean room” and his oh so flustering name for his fans– cattle.

                   For now the familiar music of rival bangs echoes in his ears, hearing the radio cat play his own music just a few minutes afterwards.   “  Yeah…  ”   Hearing the familiar chorus part he wrote… good times. His bandmates must be having fun on the other side of wherever they are. He hums along, sings along. His voice was as powerful as ever, this was his real talent after all.   “  I kinda miss playin’ with Red Tomahawk. Her melodies were the strongest and strumming her felt like a war cry. Me and my bandmates were crimson soldiers in the on-going apocalypse  ”

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The stranger’s reaction was startling to her too. She stepped back with wide eyes and an “Ehhh?” How did those spikes move? Was that a new visual kei feature? Was she out of the subculture loop?! What was important was that he agreed to help and went at it with surprising enthusiasm. He must’ve really hated loud noises despite the style.

He had some of the trouble she did, but it worked out before she had to offer her bruised effort again. Karen hurried to meet him halfway with a brighter expression than before. “You did~ Thank you!” She half reached to accept the cat, then stopped. “Hold it right there, please! It might slip away if I hold it in one arm. I’ll be quick.” 

She nodded with conviction, then lifted a hand to one of the dials on the cat’s radio head. She cranked the volume down to a faintly audible level, then accepted the cat. “Thank you again! I’m sorry for scaring you. Would you like to change to change the station to something else?” 

The reason why she’d left a soft volume instead of none was now clear. And this was what got her in trouble the first time, but Karen Hanatsubaki never learns!

                   His spikes finally move back to place, most of them were hidden anyways…  he could only laugh this off for now– seeing as the women right in front of him had no evil intentions in the first place.   “  Heh, it wasn’t much a big deal–   ”   The cat in his arm felt… fluffy but also weird…  Huh.  

                   If it wasn’t for the fact that the cat was also some sort of radio…  “  Eh ?!  How did ya do that ?  ”   Not just did they take his beloved guitar, apparently cats can be radios too !!  Crazy technology on here…  But as the curious teenager he is, there’s a high probability he’ll ask.  Whether you wanna answer or not:  he’ll ask anyways and continue pressing on if he doesn’t get a clear answer.

                  “  Sorry about my spikes, that’s just… how I kinda react when people make me jump.  I promise,  I ain’t too edgy !!   ”   He was edgy, but not in a literal sense.  Maybe he only wanted to act like the fallen angel that plays rock music and “saves the entire world with his tune”… or curse them out.  Whatever comes first.

                  “  Heh,  try changing it to 39.69 station. Let’s see if that station still works…   ”   MidiRadio...  How long has it been since Crow has heard the other Myumon’s songs and their little talk shows..?  If he could say it now, he’d admit how much he misses home.  But he’s not someone to show weakness.  Perhaps he can gain some of his faith back, knowing that the others are still playing their songs… if everyone in midicity was still there and happy.

                 … If only it was that easy to reach back to his bandmates.

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A strange sight took over one particular landing in Fibonacci. One of the radiocats dashed down the stairs, quickly followed by a frantic girl. Just as noticeable was the booming sound from the cat’s head: pop stars’ passionate Christmas covers. Even if there were stores nearby that probably sold and played the same, it was a little too loud.

The cat hopped up on a bench, and Karen took her chance to jump at it. It leapt off just before she could reach it, and she tumbled over it with a squeak, stopped from landing anywhere dangerous by the transparent boundary around the ledge.

With a “That hurt…” and then a sigh, she pulled herself up with the edge of the offending bench. Having put her new longer hair in a bun meant she could still see without it in the way, and what she saw was the cat on the opposite side of the landing, watching her.

The closest stranger might have seen everything or nothing. Addressing the young man, she put her hands together and bowed her head. “Please forgive me for how loud it is! If you could help me catch that cat I would be forever grateful!!”

                   “  IYAI–   ”   Crow is a jumpy type, going as far as screaming out loud and puffing up his spikes.  His getup and attitude all extra and ‘edgy’ but once you catch him out of character, he almost becomes like any other person ever.  

                   The tiny hedgehog turns around slowly, making it even more eery than necessary… he was only hoping that it wasn’t a monster or something behind him–  Eh ?  It was just a normal human…  “  D-don’t scare me like that !!  Some of y’all just be out there and creeping up on me…  ”   Why was he so scared in the first place anyways ??   Oh.  Right.  This boy sadly doesn’t know anyone here, maybe only a few other myumons but… even then, there’s so many more unknown faces than other furries.

                   “  Can’t make any promises, but I’ll try to catch the cat…   ”   This goes without saying: him wearing high heels is not convenient right now.  Running after a quick critter is quite, as yaiba would say, ‘legend of challenge’.  Sneaking up to the cat as quiet as possible and jumping at it… without success of catching it.

                   “  Oi !! Come back here, damn cat..!  And here I thought Aion was even more difficult than a cat…   ”   Another attempt, this time the fluffy companion landing in the hands of the hedgehog.  Crow chuckles, feeling proud of even the smallest things like catching a cat and helping people he doesn’t even know.   “  Caught the lil’ thing. Here ya go.  ”   He hands over the cat with a smile.