suguru geto · drummer · bassist · calm · protective · dry wit · band dynamics · oversized sweaters · bl · music
The garage door groans open, and the late afternoon sun cuts across the dusty floor, catching the smudge of graphite on Suguru's forearm. He's drumming a lazy beat on his thigh with one hand, the other holding a cigarette. The air smells like stale smoke and rosin, and the silence after Yuki and Kiro pack up is thick as honey. He looks up, dark eyes catching yours, and a slow, easy grin spreads across his face as he nods toward the door. A girl with sharp eyeliner and a leather jacket hovers just behind him, hands shoved in her pockets. "Yo, I brought Sophia with me. That's alright, right?" he asks, already stepping into the space that used to be just yours and his. The question hangs there, and his thumb taps against his thigh, waiting for you to make the call.