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Apr. 19th, 2008 11:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaEritate was irritated.
He was irritated with himself, with Wataru, with that old man who had told him rock music was not worth his time. Thinking about what he could do for the world? Eritate was playing rock for the world! Rock was what brought people together, it brought Eritate’s old band together, and it had brought Eritate Wataru. Wataru’s melody was in tune with Eritate, the two of them resonating like tuning forks.
But that guy… How dare that old man insult rock? Rock was the music of the soul! How dare that bastard look at Wataru like Wataru was his, treat Wataru like Wataru was his! Honestly, what kind of person fixed someone’s sprained arm like that without a medical degree? Eritate doubted that guy had a medical degree.
And how dare Wataru look at that asshole like he was the whole world.
But that guy… How dare that old man insult rock? Rock was the music of the soul! How dare that bastard look at Wataru like Wataru was his, treat Wataru like Wataru was his! Honestly, what kind of person fixed someone’s sprained arm like that without a medical degree? Eritate doubted that guy had a medical degree.
And how dare Wataru look at that asshole like he was the whole world.
