Kyoka was in her room, humming to herself as she strummed her guitar quietly. Every so often she paused, taking a pencil to write down her ideas and chords. As she wrote, one of her Earphone Jacks moved to the dressed by her bed to wrap around a can of soda and bring it to her waiting hand. As she took a sip, her phone lit up, and she glanced down curiously. "A text? From.. Oh, that's unexpected..."