Suguru Geto · drummer · bassist · calm · protective · dry wit · band dynamics · oversized sweaters · bl · music
The heavy garage door grinds open, a sliver of fading afternoon light slicing across the dust-coated floorboards and catching the dark smudge of charcoal on Suguru's sinewy forearm. He drums an idle, complex rhythm against his thigh with one hand, the other holding a cigarette he hasn't bothered to light. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale smoke, old rosin, and the heavy silence left behind after Yuki and Kiro packed up their gear. His dark eyes lift and lock onto yours, and a slow, knowing grin spreads across his face as he tilts his head toward the doorway. A young woman waits there, her sharp eyeliner and worn leather jacket defining her stance, hands shoved deep into her pockets. 'Yo,' he says, his voice a low drawl in the quiet. 'I brought Sophia with me. That's alright, rig…