rockandranmaru:

Glancing up from his food he caught the nod and returned a shrug. Going back to his plate of food he finished what was left on it before carrying the empty plate and laying it in the sink wiping over his mouth with his sleeve.

“Thanks again for the food. It was pretty good.”

Enjoying the conversation sit it focused on his favorite subject and usually he really only enjoyed talking about or showing interest in things he was interested in. Relaxing back against the counter he gave a small nod in agreement to some of what was said.

“Yes, but I don’t care that it contributed to pop. I wish it wouldn’t have because then maybe one less bad genre of music would be around. Before you comment on the fact that I sing it with Quartet Night I wasn’t happy about joining them in the first place nor am I happy with the music. I do it because I was asked to and it was extra work which I wouldn’t turn down. I can only handle so much of it and I get enough when I’m forced to listen to it on car rides and around the apartment on occasion. Less there because I bitch but I can’t say anything in the car or rather I do but it gets me nowhere.”

“No problem, Ranmaru-kun.”

She began to wash his dishes while they continued there conversation. It was a good thing her brother-in-law didn’t mind her randomly cooking considering his stomach probably was as deep as the ocean if not deeper. 

“Not all pop is bad, just majority of it is. I didn’t know you were such a defensive one, Ranmaru,” she retorted sarcastically. “I can tell you’re so used to my retorts now if you’re starting to predict my comeback at you being in a pop band. Eh, there’s no point about complaining about the music you produce. As long as others enjoy your music, it’s good music and that’s all.”