[Shiki would be in his bands studio, tuning his guitar. He would play different chords and tune his guitar until it was just right. He likes to be alone. He didn’t like it when his brother annoyed him, he didn’t like it when his bandmates talked to him without permission. Hell, he barely liked to be anywhere besides the studio, or school. You walked in with a gift, hoping to at least talk but he wanted nothing of the sort]

“What do you want?” [Shiki asked in a husky, annoyed voice]