▶ NOT AT ALL SINGLE, BUT WILLING TO MINGLEFeeling, perhaps, that he was due a bit of celebration, for a change, Phoenix had made an appearance. They'd even had a yukata in his proportions and colors, which had caused him to think 'fuck it, why not'.
It wasn't as though he'd had the opportunity before.
He could be found, of course, hanging around the refreshments and sampling every variety of sushi available and a few choice items from elsewhere- as well as, after some deliberation, a small amount of sake. That was traditional, and some things there were no harm in preserving.
Having found himself a seat, he certainly didn't seem to mind being approached by anyone.
▶ PARTAKING OF THE FESTIVITIESThe song selection was fairly expansive, he had to admit. But with choices came, of course, the paralysis of infinite possibility.
With some annoyance, he noted, he'd even spotted a few titles he was sure had come from home, which was probably because of all the Cognition.
Well.
Fuck it. This was about having fun and making a fool of yourself, wasn't it? He recalled another night, so long ago, when he'd been more or less forced into karaoke, and... well, why not? It was a good song.
He selected a track which he knew, ironically, to have been added by a band who thought they were being clever by naming a song Three Minutes Fifty-One Seconds of Silence. It wasn't a title that had required a great leap of imagination.
After all, it wasn't like he'd need the accompaniment.
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Feeling, perhaps, that he was due a bit of celebration, for a change, Phoenix had made an appearance. They'd even had a yukata in his proportions and colors, which had caused him to think 'fuck it, why not'.
It wasn't as though he'd had the opportunity before.
He could be found, of course, hanging around the refreshments and sampling every variety of sushi available and a few choice items from elsewhere- as well as, after some deliberation, a small amount of sake. That was traditional, and some things there were no harm in preserving.
Having found himself a seat, he certainly didn't seem to mind being approached by anyone.
▶ PARTAKING OF THE FESTIVITIES
The song selection was fairly expansive, he had to admit. But with choices came, of course, the paralysis of infinite possibility.
With some annoyance, he noted, he'd even spotted a few titles he was sure had come from home, which was probably because of all the Cognition.
Well.
Fuck it. This was about having fun and making a fool of yourself, wasn't it? He recalled another night, so long ago, when he'd been more or less forced into karaoke, and... well, why not? It was a good song.
He selected a track which he knew, ironically, to have been added by a band who thought they were being clever by naming a song Three Minutes Fifty-One Seconds of Silence. It wasn't a title that had required a great leap of imagination.
After all, it wasn't like he'd need the accompaniment.