School Days [OPEN]

Mirza stood completely still for a moment, his mouth hanging open. They'd just been... denied? But Mirza had always tried to be his nicest to Ruru-chan, he thought. It was like Riel had just stabbed him in the heart; he took it quite personally. Finally he closed his mouth, lip quivering more than just a little visibly, so much that he had to bite it to stop.

Finally shutting up for once, he just rushed past Riel, giving him quite a glare as he did so. He took Seiteki by the wrist, leading him out of the back room.

"I never wanted to see your stupid room anyway," Mirza said, not looking at Riel. "Ryou and I can handle Mirror Box ourselves. In fact, we have shows to play. Without you. Mr. Grumpy probably can't even play very well anyway." He gave a childish pout and tugged on Seiteki's arm, trying to get him to follow outside the dorm room. He was too mad to hang around with Riel in the area and just wanted to get out.

How dare Riel reject him like that! After Mirza had spent so much time trying to be good to him, despite the bassist's poor behavior in return. He was so upset he could cry, and indeed, tears began to form at the corners of his eyes.

"Let's go!" Mirza shouted, seemingly on the verge of a tantrum. "I don't care where, I just don't want to see his dumb face." He stormed out of the dorm room, biting his lip against the tears. Most normal people wouldn't really understand why he was so easily upset, but it made perfect sense to him.

Seiteki's eyes widened. Like a rock had come smashing into a mirror, his image shattered, leaving him gaping much like a large mouthed bass. He would've much preferred the large mouthed bassist in this situation, and he simply couldn't believe what he'd heard. He was hearing wrong, clearly, because no one turned Seiteki down. Of course, Seiteki didn't hear incorrectly, either, so nothing was computing. He'd just been...

Rejected.

He couldn't really understand until Mirza started shouting at Riel and pulling himself out of the door. He shot that bassist an icy stare before following along with the irate guitarist, huffing as he took the lead and stuffed them in an elevator, and swiftly leaving the building. Back to the limo that he'd had parked there for a while now, he ripped open the door and gestured Mirza inside. Then he got in himself, in a huff.

"Home, Tsuzuki-san." Ryou grumbled through his teeth, settling down in the plush comfort of the limo and resting his head on Mirza's shoulder.
"That bastard Riel... how do you endure rooming with him? In that little prison cell? Honestly. If you ever want to stay with me, you're more than welcome. I can even get you to school. Just to get you away from that insult to music." Ryou growled, flopping forward as he reached for the bar and poured himself a glass of wine. It was always a good idea to have a fully-stocked limo.

"Ugh. Beverage?"

Mirza happily got into the limo, excited to see Seiteki's big house again. He never really thought anything of Seiteki's behavior, so he didn't think anything of it now. Just an innocent ride, an equally innocent visit. As if his idol, someone so great like Seiteki, would ever see anything in him.

"Ugh. Beverage?"

"Uhm, I don't know if I should," Mirza replied softly, pressing his knees together and placing his hands atop them; he bit his lip, not sure what to say. "I think I'm okay. And I guess I'm okay at the dorm, too. I think...." It was tempting, to just give up a grumpy roommate and move in with someone he so desperately idolized, but he figured Seiteki was only being polite.

Imagining it, though, he couldn't help but be starry-eyed. A huge room, canopy bed, floor-to-ceiling windows with flowing drapes. Like a prince. Or a princess. Mirza giggled to himself, blue eyes drifting nervously to Seiteki. Well, he wouldn't really belong in that kind of environment, anyway, and he was sure Seiteki knew that.

Seiteki paused, mid-sip in his flute of wine. Yes, he knew he was drinking from the wrong glass, and he couldn't really be assed to fix it. Truthfully he just liked flutes better, he found them sexier to hold. The ballroom sized wine glass his rich-man's-manners instructed him to use was simply too bulky, without the necessary flair.

His eyes fell on the perky guitarist, violet orbs carefully sizing him up. Was he really going to reject Seiteki after all of that? Well, he supposed this wasn't the same sort of offer. But it was still something he'd hoped he'd accept. He settled back into the couch, sighing softly.

"Well, if you think about it, it would give us more time to practice, living together. The studio is already at my house, and if we want to be serious about Mirror Box, we'd record more than you go to class, anyways. Mirza-kuuun, we really need a record label!" Ryou pouted, convincingly.

"Well... even if you don't like that idea. Would you at least stay with me on the weekends? Please? If that shit that you're rooming with won't help our endeavor, we'll just have to work twice as hard to make up for it!" Ryou clenched his fist and nodded in determination. He'd do it, no matter what! And Mirza would help him!

Mirza found it hard to refuse his idol, and thinking about Riel, who he'd probably never get to like him, he also found the courage to just accept. He nodded then.

"O-okay," he said, trying to make his voice as strong as he thought it should sound. "If Ruru-chan doesn't even want me around, then won't I just be better off with Ryou?" He clasped his hands before his chest. More practice with Seiteki? The thought of it made him giddy with excitement; he never thought he'd ever get to play with Seiteki when he was writing his fan letters, so every time he got to, he cherished it.

"Let's do it!" Mirza exclaimed, which could probably be taken entirely in the wrong way. He clapped then with his enthusiasm, smiling at Seiteki before remembering his usual hesitant manner. "I mean, only if you really want me to...."