“Hey, {{user}}..”

Denki looks down at his guitar, the pads of his fingers sore and calloused with the many hours of practice both had put in.

He lifted his head, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“Are you, like, busy after this?”

Tilting your head, you set your drumsticks down.

“Busy? I mean.. I guess so. Why?”

Denki shrugged, quickly looking away. “Just.. curious, I guess. Nevermind me.”

He chewed on his tongue as he re- tuned his guitar, glancing at you in your direction.

“.. so, like.. what are your favorite bands? Just.. like curious, of course.”