Hokuto had a thing that morning. One of her favorite fashion houses had teamed up with a hip retailer and was releasing a brand new line of clothing and accessories that she just had to get her hands on. She swore that one of these days, their band would be so big and fabulous that designers all over the world would beg her to wear their things. But in the meantime, she had to stand in line with the rest of the horde. Which meant she was sending Akaya in her place to let in that guy who was friends with Nami's brother (or something like that) to fix their synth. It didn't really matter how Nami knew the guy, just that he was supposed to know what he was doing.

Akaya peeled himself out of bed and made his way to the studio without complaint. He was going to head over there soon anyway, to go through a few new songs he was writing. It all sounded better when he could hear it in the studio, rather than through his headphones at his apartment.

He walked up from the street, dressed in dark jeans, a fitted black t-shirt with a skate logo emblazoned on the front, and a pair of shades on his face. Over his shoulder he slung his guitar case and a messenger bag with his tablet and sheet music. It seemed someone was there already. Even from behind, he seemed rather young. Maybe it was the shorts and backwards baseball cap.

"Are you waiting for me?" he said, standing a few paces behind with his hip cocked at a sharp angle.