Prompt: Brown
It's almost time.
Kusanagi is out, making the final preparations.
Chitose and Dewa are pooling money last-minute and arguing.
Yata has taken Anna out for lunch.
No one knows where Mikoto is.
Totsuka sits on the couch, humming softly and plucking at the strings of his guitar. He has some ideas and snippets of lyrics written down in his notebook. But time is running out and he really hopes he can perfect the piece for Anna's birthday.
Totsuka pauses, drumming his fingers on the body of the guitar, eliciting a hollow sound. If this turns out alright, he thinks he might just write a song for everyone on their birthdays.
If it works out, that is.
He bites his lip, thinking, watching the way the bar's lights gleam against the warm brown of the wood.
He picks up a pencil and jots down a line.
The door opens and Yata and Anna come in. Totsuka snatches up his notebook and shoves it under the couch before she can see it.