rhythm and rhyme at breakfast time [Genka/open]

[Genka Sanji]

He slowly dragged his feet against the ground, probably picking up electricity like a thunder storm. His baggy grey sweatpants were the only coverage that he had other than his black earring, which didn't count one bit as a piece of cloth.

He yanked the door into the dining hall and stepped in slowly, the brisk air chilling his bare chest inside out. He was humming a melody quietly to himself as he pours the somewhat warm milk into his unknown cereal. Keeping the beat in his mind it forms itself into a low rhythm of song hidden under his breath.
Fingers tapping the table making a soft echo in the empty room, it grew into a more lively melody.

The spoon in his mouth became a drum stick along with the lone fork by his side and he beat them against the table's sides. He formed the words under his breath as was before only with a separate tune of their own. This had been the first morning without a bad idea banging in his head.

Genka's head snapped to a small creaking that he heard from a far distance and he dropped his instruments immediately.
He never was the one to allow others to get a sign that he was playing out of his room. When he was actually inside his "studio" (his room), he didn't care who was listening because half the time he was wearing earphones to hear himself playing.

[Hibiki Kusabana]

Hibiki yawned as she dragged herself to the dining hall, hands in her hooded sweatshirt pockets. Reaching the door, she tiredly grabbed the handle and swung it open, being greeted by the silence of emptiness. The only one in the room other than her was a guy who wasn't even wearing a shirt. Not really caring that he was a stranger, she sat beside him, grabbing a bowl of cereal and sat, and pouring milk for her breakfast. She let out a large yawn, closing her eyes, and reopening them to see her bowl over-flowing. Cursing a bit, she snatched up some napkins and tried to clean up, apoligizing to the guy beside her, who had milk dripping onto his baggy sweatpants.

[Genka Sanji]

He quickly scooted out of the way of more falling milk and helped the girl clean up the rest.

"It's fine...I'll change later. Besides," He shrugged. "It was only about two drops of the stuff, no need to fret."

Sitting himself back down, he stuffed a spoonful of cereal in his big mouth. Nothing bothered him really, it was just the fact that he felt odd not hearing anything but soft muches here and there; other than his own grinding and chewing teeth.

Seeing an opportunity, and completely forgetting about the girl younger than him sitting right on the opposite side of the table, he tapped his fingers on the plastic-wood. First just starting off with the usual "Oh my god this is so boring" rasp of all fingers falling and re-lifting themselves, but it quickly moved to himself drumming to fingers into a pattern on the table.

[Hibiki Kusabana]

Hibiki heard the drumming of fingers, but just thinking of it as an act of boredom. After a few bites, however, she recognized the makings of a song. Her spoon in her mouth, she stared at the guy's hand.

[Genka Sanji]

His tapping ceased when he noticed that the girl was semi-glaring at his fingers.

"Sorry," He apologized and moved one arm down to his lap; playing and tapping on his knee.

He tapped this fingers on his knee but surmised to quietly hitting his thigh, all while he ate his ceral like a good little boy would.

[Hibiki Kusabana]

Pulling the spoon from her mouth, she chewed slowly before swallowing. Oh great....Another music addict...I just can't seem to get away from them..... Taking another bite, she tried to give the guy an apologetic look. "Sorry, I tend to overreact when people play music...Or even rythms...."

[Genka Sanji]

"I'm sorry," He frowned. "You should have told me much, much earlier. I would have stopped."

He sat on his hands and used it for support to get up and dump out the remains of milk in the washing thingy they'd kept there. Then shortly returned to the table with an apple.

[Hibiki Kusabana]

Dropping the spoon in her now empty bowl, she laid her head on her hands. "I'm Hibiki, by the way. You?" She asked.

[Genka Sanji]

((why so short writing, un?!))

"I'm Genka Sanji...Nice to meet you Hibiki."

He snapped his jaw around the apple and sucked up the natural juiciness it provided.