Hello again and welcome back to Hipstalia :D I know it's more than silly, sorry about that.
It seems like every chapter has a new victim of hipsterness (this word doesn't exist either but who cares) so welcome Turkey :D
Still don't own the inspirational Chet Faker nor Hetalia and I admit but I've never tried hookah in my life so I just assumed how can it be... or not.
Anyway thank you for reading and hope you enjoy it as much as I do writing it :)
Have a nice day :)
Gupta had a really exhausting day so when he came across with Sadiq and Bash and been offered to join them he accepted the invitation without hesitation. Now the three of them were headed to a coffee shop where they could smoke their hookah in peace, discussing their day and staff.
" So have any new song or idea about them?" Gupta looked to Bash who let out a deep sigh along with the smoke.
" It's hard to tell. Looks like Roderich is full of inspiration but he'd frozen. He cannot express himself."
" Something happened?" Sadiq asked thoughtfully.
" Cannot tell... Everything is the same as always."
" Maybe his muse did something?" Gupta referred to Elisabeth.
" That would explain the situation." agreed the older man.
Sadiq was the older cousin of Gupta who liked to stick with the boy, and met all of his friends. It didn't really bothered the student, since Sadiq was really friendly and nice to everyone, but once in a while he could be really troublesome, when he started to tell embarrassing infant stories about Gupta to girls. He had already got his diploma and was working in a record label, that's how they met Roderich and his band. Maybe the first time Sadiq introduced someone to Gupta and not vice versa.
" I cannot recall anything between the two." shake his head Bash. " I tried to ask him about it, but nothing."
" Well if he doesn't make something it will be your problem. Thank goodness you didn't agree on a deadline for the next album. That would be troublesome."
" You know the funny thing is we have new songs, he just doesn't want to publish them."
" Really? That's odd. Has any reason to do so?"
" All of them are written to Elisabeth."
" I see. She's really problematic." Gupta silently agreed.
" Not like she wants to be." Bash replied quickly. " She tries to avoid these situations but Rod is just... too deeply in love I guess."
" Is it love for sure? I would say it's just platonic admiration." Gupta opined.
" That's an actual form of love my dear little brother." laughed Sadiq.
" Either way it does and doesn't help us the same time. He can write songs because he's in love and he cannot for the same reason. But at least we have time to relax and take a rest from time to time. So I'm okay with it." Bash tried to end the topic.
" Yeah, but he's really talented. And I like to listen to new songs." Sadiq was dogged in this topic.
" Alright... I will get him to play them in studio as well." Bash sighed.
" Great! You're the best. You should try management and stuff."
" Thanks but no thanks. It would give me permanent headache, and I try to avoid that."
" Or you would just simply become a regular costumer here." Gupta suggested. The older man laughed and Bash just stared at him with disapproval. " Oh come on, I know you enjoy these afternoons."
" That's true. But if I spend my ever afternoon here how would I do my work?"
" You're a clever guy, you will figure it out eventually."
" I appreciate the idea. But still no."
" At least we tried" sighed the older man to his cousin in defeat. " And how do you do in the big university, my dear Gupta?" asked suddenly grinning wild.
" I just told you yesterday..."
" Yesterday! Where is that right now! So many things can happen during only one day. So?"
" I cannot recall anything. It was a hard day I admit but it's normal, so nothing special."
" Gosh you're boring. And you Bash? Apart from worrying for your friend what do you do?"
" University stuff. And hanging with you two."
" Clever." Sadiq blown out the smoke, and the three of them were covered in the silky grey fume.
