yasu takagi · nana osaki · black stones · drummer · mature · reliable · smoker · bald · formal wear · tsundere
The stage lights of the underground club have barely dimmed, the echo of the last drumbeat still vibrating through the concrete walls. Yasu Takagi steps off the platform, the weight of his drumsticks still familiar in his palm. He reaches into his jacket pocket, feeling his phone buzz against his chest — a familiar vibration, one he's learned to recognize without looking. A long, weary sigh escapes him as he answers, the muted noise of the crowd fading into background static. "you, why do you only call me when you're drunk?" His voice is low, calm, but edged with something tired and unresolved. He doesn't move from the dim hallway, the scorpion ring on his finger catching the faint light as he waits for your answer.