” AH! Thank you thank you thank you!! Annybelle! I’m so sorry I left you! “
A large grin stretched ear to ear, in one blurred motion she took the guitar so skilfully presented to her,embracing the instrument still safety tucked away in black case, with no second thought to the close call that was made. Forgetting completely the thought that she was so close to being caught— princess, the word echoed through her head slowly at the realization of what she had just been named, a hot feeling burned her cheeks in a flash of fire turning a bright red; in some sort of defensive response she lifted the guitar up to cover her face, clutching onto it as if it were to topple any moment, an embarrassing name no matter who gave it to her, especially if it were someone she recently met.
The question soon reached her, asked by the one named Joe, she was staring to get slightly lost with names; learning so many new names at once albeit the tealettes,but their encounter was a little less proper, she was bound to get names wrong if addressed directly. The blush began to fade as she slowly lowered the guitar that once blocked her pale features, her face that was once scrunched up in response to her embarrassing behaviour now relaxed as a quiet voice rose behind the still clutched guitar.
" Y-yeah, creepy weirdo stalkers who really like fourteen year olds tried to… I don’t even know but they chased me in here…”
She paused once more, for longer than a second, her expression changing again into that of realization as eyes widened, revealing more of the azure pools; she bowed, hair falling down to her shoulders,fringe covering her pale face, her voice slightly louder but still as soft as before— she noticed how rude she had been, to not thank the kind men for their service to her, protecting her from those stalkers who…god she did not even want to think about what would happen if they caught her.
Also risking their jobs; possibly an exaggeration but it may not have been, hiding someone away from ” the boss” was likely breaking some sort of rule, still clutching onto the guitar that was so kindly handed to her.
" Than-thank you all so much for hiding me…I don’t even…want to think about what those creeps would do if they caught me.”
Joe had nodded anyway and settled himself more comfortably on the couch. The band room ‘s vibe sank a bit after the guitarist, that was practically the initiator of most of their talks, left, making the blonde’s gratitude resound clearly amongst them.
Mikuo noticed Dee giving him a look of encouragement for him to present their ‘welcome’— to in which, he immediately complied.
"It’s alright. It was something anyone in their right mind would’ve done." He ambled forward, pausing halfway to land a pat on her head as a sign to stop bowing before continuing to the mini platform of the room.
( “Streets at night, stalkers— do you usually go home by yourself? By the way..”) Joe moved to the side to create space on the couch for the female guest. ( “Feel free to sit.” )
[ “I was wondering ‘bout that too. You did say you have a hunch that they’re the same people who sabotaged your apartment. With that, shouldn’t you at least take the necessary precaution? Like, don’t let them catch you when you’re alone and such.”] Dee pointed out and walked to the platform. The tealette had unsheathed his guitar and pulled up the nearest stool to sit— all in time for his senior to bring the cajon up the stage, sit, and position his hands on it. Mikuo then stared at him for a response aside from the other’s smiling face.
"What are you doi—"
[ “Ahh. ‘Rinny still looks a bit shaken up. A good tune might relax her’ —or something. Oh. ‘How bout I casually play right here then’—or something … Is what you’re thinking, right?” ] A smile turned smirk.
He sighed. “I don’t call her ‘Rinny’. Why are you copying En, anyway?”
( “Really? What do you call her then?” )
“Of course she’s ‘Pancakes’.”
( “…. Do you know that it could mean a lot of things?” ) His dead-seriousness caused a small impact on Mikuo’s speech that he only managed to put up a sole disbelieving expression as a counter. A hushed agreement then followed from his other senior which escalated into full volume invoice of few examples of said definitions when one uses that ‘really-not-big-of-a-deal’ nickname.
"Fine. Maybe I’ll stop with the food-associated title. And Dee’s right— what happened to your apartment was like a warning sign already to ‘Be careful’.” He positioned his hands on his guitar, eyes ghosting over the strings before looking at Rin’s cased instrument with a small nostalgic profile. “You don’t want them to take away Annabelle now, do you?”