Kyandi: Welcome back, Kyandiacs.

Rory: Do they even like that name?

Kyandi: No idea. No one has ever said they don't.

Rory: Sounds a little idiosyncratic if you ask me.

Kyandi: Ahhh! No SAT words!

Rory: Why?

Kyandi: Not only will some people not know what you mean...they're horrible to try to spell and I'm dyslexic!

Rory: And yet, you're the one that learned the words.

Kyandi: I never thought I would write a character who would actually use them.

Rory: ...You are aware how insane you look right now, right?

Kyandi: Very. Anyway, everyone enjoy! I would really appreciate a review or two, as well.

Rory: Kyandi-sama does not own Tokyo Revengers.

Chapter 4 Songbird

The following night, Mikey with Draken, Takamichi and a few others in tow, followed Rory as she left the bakery after closing. She didn't take her bike, instead she made her way downtown in an overcoat and heels that looked like they could be used as weapons. She made her way to a night club, vanishing within. They parked their bikes before they followed her in. Inside, the night time crowd was just starting to gather. There was no sign of Rory.

Mikey looked around before he approached the bar. There, a man was cleaning glasses. He looked up when Mikey slid onto a bar stool. "Hey, I got a question."

The man eyed him, taking in his Toman uniform before moving to his friends behind him. "As long as there's no trouble, I'll answer whatever you want."

"Good." Mikey grinned. "A girl came in here before us."

"You'll have to be more specific. We have several girls here and this is about the time when most of them arrive," the man replied.

"Blonde, glasses. She's American."

Mikey could see recognition dawn on the man. "You're not here to cause her problems, are you?"

"Nah, just trying to learn more about her and she's playing a game where she doesn't want to answer," Mikey told him honestly.

The man laughed. "She does that now and then. Most with people she either likes and wants to tease or those who really irritate her. I won't answer any personal questions, but I can give you some basic information."

Mikey nodded. "I want her name."

The man set the last of the glasses on their shelf and moved to wipe down the counter. "The girl you're talking about is Rory."

"Rory?" Mikey repeated the name, letting it roll over his tongue.

"Yes. Kincaid Rory. She's one of our singers."

Rory Kincaid...Mikey was surprised. He had kind of thought she would have a more feminine name. Something to match her beauty or maybe something spicy like her attitude. Rory sounded more like a nickname or a boy's name. Then again, seeing the way she had manhandled some boys, it kind of fit her.

"She's actually about to perform."

Mikey turned towards the stage when the man said this, the light dimming to fix in on the microphone at center stage. There stood Rory dressed in sequined shorts that verged on booty shorts, a metallic black, strapless top that was skin tight to emphasis her full breasts. Add in the heels she had been wearing when she left the bakery and the good five inches of heel made her legs look impossibly longer. Body glitter was dusted across her pale skin to make it shine in the stage lights. Her hair was threaded through with glittery hair pins, and it was fixed into a waterfall over her right shoulder while long dangling earrings glistened in her ears.

"I take back what I said," Mitsuya remarked. "She's not hot...she smokin'."

A statement that Mikey agreed with, but he soon forgot her appearance as the music started and her voice left her in a soft, husky tone that was lulling to his ears. The crowd in the night club fell silent to listen to her song, just as entranced by her voice as Mikey was. She swung to the beat of the drums, one heel tapping along with it. Mikey found himself drawn into her smoky gaze as she peered over her glasses into the darkness beyond the spot lights.

This was completely different than what he had seen of her so far. Not in a bad way, though. The more he found out about her, the more he found he liked her. She wasn't like most of the girls he had met. She didn't need to be handled with care. If anything, Mikey feared more for the guys around her than for her.

Mikey was unsure how long he sat there, just watching her. Nor did her remember how many songs she sang. He felt more relaxed than he had in a long time, just letting her voice wash over him like the loving caress of a lover's hand. When she finally ended her set, the lights shifting to cover her exit and applause rung out, he finally snapped out of it. A glance at his phone showed that he had been sitting there an hour.

Perhaps his Angel was more fearsome than he had thought.

What delinquent in his right mind could think about fighting when she sang like a siren?

But he finally had her name. He couldn't wait to see what he could get out of her as the prize for winning their little game.

So tired...

Rory was exhausted. The day had been long, her customers at both jobs demanding. All she wanted to do was get home, shower and go to bed. Coat thrown over her arm, she approached her boss at the bar who was counting out tips and wages for the night. It was what had attracted her to the job. All payments were done nightly, the tips in the tip jar split between the girls who worked there.

"How'd we do tonight, Mr. Ren?" Rory asked.

"Great. As usual when you sing," Ren counted through a stack the second time before handing it to her. "You should really consider becoming one of our call girls and doing private shows. You'd make a killing."

Rory snorted, taking the money from him. "Underage, remember? Besides, looking, no touching. That was our deal. I'd rather stay on the stage in a crowded club. Less a chance I need to kick someone's ass for getting handsy."

Ren chuckled. "Fair. There's a little extra there for all your hard work."

"Thanks. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going home to sleep." Rory tucked her money away, gave the counter a tap, and moved on past a couple of the other girls as she left the club. Outside, she covered a yawn. "Too long of a day."

"Try not working so much."

Hearing the amused voice, Rory turned, blinking in surprise when her eyes landed on Mikey, perched on his motorcycle, grin on his face and some of his friends waiting behind him. "Oh, hell no. What are you doing here?"

Mikey's grin widened. "I came to see you, Angel. Or should I say...Kincaid Rory."

Rory didn't even blink. "You talked to Ren at the bar."

"Yep. Looks like I win. Let's talk about my reward now."

Rory rolled her eyes, one hip tilting out as she braced a hand on it. "Uh, no. Hate to break it to you, but Rory is a nickname. It's not my real name."

Mikey, in a display of his more childish side, puffed out a cheek. "Come on, Angel, that's splitting hairs."

Mikey stared in surprise when she actually laughed at him, her face lighting up in a genuine smile. "You're so childish!" She gave a shake of her head. "Fine, I suppose you're right. You did get my family name right. I guess you do deserve a small reward. What do you what?"

Mikey's answer was almost immediate. "Let me give you a ride home. Your feet must be killing you."

Rory lift one foot to look down at her heels. Putting her foot down, she returned her gaze to his face. "And put my life in your hands and show you where I live? Yeah, no. I'll walk, thanks. Beside, I'm comfortable in these. I can run up stairs in these things. Don't get me started on how useful they are in a fight."

Mikey laughed at that one. He could completely see her running into battle in a pair of heels, stomping on guys' face as she went. "Don't trust me?"

"Not a bit," Rory answered quickly. "Trust is earned. You haven't earned mine yet. Let me know if you think of anything else, though. You know where to find me."

Rory turned with a wave, walking way as she pulled her phone from her coat pocket to check the time. Mikey followed with his bike, keeping pace with her. "I think I know what I want."

Rory only idly paid attention. "Oh, yeah? And that is?" Instead of getting an answer, her phone was snatched from her hand. "Hey!"

Rory rounded on him to find him tapping something into her phone. A moment later, his phone went off. Grinning, he gave her the phone back. "There. Now we have each other's numbers. Call if you ever need saving. I'll earn your trust by coming to your rescue."

"Doubtful to ever happen, but I'll bare it in mind." Rory turned, peering over her shoulder at him. "That works both ways, just so ya know. See ya." Rory waved over her shoulder as she walked away.

Mikey couldn't help the grin on his face as he watched her leave. A low whistle left Smiley then. "That girl's got gut, gotta give her that."

"She's amusing." Mikey chuckled. "There aren't many girls out there like her."

"Like what? Bat shit crazy?" Mitsuya asked.

"She goes with her own flow. Ain't nothing wrong with that." Mikey actually liked the way she operated. "There's nothing wrong with a little crazy." Mikey's eyes fell to the shorts Rory was wearing as she vanished down the road. "Especially if it has an ass like that."

"I guess." Mitsuya covered an yawn. "She's definitely not boring and is easy on the eyes."

On that, Mikey agreed. He knew for a fact that he had just found his new favorite past time.

Over the next week, Rory couldn't shake Mikey. Every time she turned around, he was there. Sometimes he had a few of his friends with him, sometimes it was just Draken or Takamichi. Other times, he was alone. She really started to get to know the boys that did tag along. Not that she had ever planned to do that, though. She got to meet most of Mikey's captains and vice captains as the whole bunch of them came and went from the bakery at all hours of the morning and early afternoon.

Once her work day at the bakery was over, Mikey was always outside waiting to walk her as she headed to the club. Rory gave him the slip a couple of times, but Mikey would just show up at the club. When she had asked him why he was clinging to her like glue, he had simply told her that it was because he liked her. Rory dropped it, but it still made her sigh every time she walked out of the bakery to find him waiting.

Today was no exception.

Rory locked the door of the shop behind her to find Mikey sitting on his bike at the curb. "Again? Don't you ever get tired of this?"

"Nope."

Rory rolled her eyes. "Of course not. That would require you bein' normal." Mikey laughed. "Well, you're otta luck today. I don't have a shift at the club tonight."

"I know."

Rory's expression deadpanned. "Come again?"

"Ren told me last night when I went to pick you up."

Now Rory wanted to smack the old man as well as Mikey. "Rotten old geezer..." She heaved a sigh, letting it go before she could get too worked up. "Either way, I'm not headin' to the club."

"Good. I got somewhere I want to take you." Mikey grinned as she suspiciously eyed him. "It's nothing weird."

"Which is usually boy code for it's super weird."

His grin grew wider when she smile to show it was a joke. "It's not. I got a little something going on tonight and want you to come. I'll treat you to dinner afterward."

Rory's hands went to her hips. "Oh, like you've got money to throw around."

"More than you."

Rory's jaw dropped as he went for the opening she had supplied. Her mouth snapped shut and she shook a finger at him. "Touche, but that's no way to get me to agree." He only continued to grin, making another puff of breath leave her. "It better be a good dinner for me to spend my night off with you."

"Deal. Climb on."

He watched as she eyed the seat behind him like she was about to argue. To his surprise, she didn't. "Helmet?"

Mikey's grin was wide and stunning as she agreed, her hand coming out for a helmet. Mikey gave her one, bracing the bike as she climbed on behind him, clipping the helmet on. With it secure, her arms came around his chest, her chest pressing against his back. Her voice sounded in his ear. "Kill me and I'll haunt you for the rest of your life."

Mikey laughed, revving the bike. "Hold on tight then."

Rory remained close the whole way to the shrine. When they arrived, there were already dozens of bikes and boys gathered at the shrine steps. As Mikey pulled to a stop, all of them bowed in greeting. That is, until they realized that there was a girl on the back of Mikey's bike. Surprised looked turned to ones of awe when Rory removed the helmet, giving her hair a toss.

Noticing their looks, Rory leaned close to Mikey's back. "Did you bring me to a gang meetin' as arm candy?"

"Yeah, somewhat. We're announcing a new captain tonight. I wanted you here as my guest. That is, unless you want to join Toman. You can be my personal assistant as well as arm candy."

Rory rolled her eyes. "Not a chance. Like you need an assistance when you have Draken and Takamichi."

"Well, neither of them are as easy on the eyes as you."

"Depends who you talk to. I'm sure there are some girls, and maybe even guys, who would disagree with ya." Rory shrugged her shoulders. "I don't see the appeal. Now, if ya want me to strut my stuff in front of your boys to make ya look better...I can do that."

Mikey laughed. He was glad to hear that she had no interest in either Draken or Takamichi, and was thrilled that she was happy to play along with him. She made a show of getting off the bike, the skirt she was wearing inching up enough to come short of showing off the globes of her backside and whatever underwear she was wearing. The other boys stared as Mikey got off the bike and she wrapped her arms around one of his, pressing her chest into his bicep. Grinning at the way his boys stared, he led her through the sea of boys. All around them boys muttered about how Mikey had finally brought around his "Angel".

Rory ignored the comments, letting Mikey show her up to the steps. At the top waited even more boys. Mikey sat her on the top step where he stood to address his guys, asking her to remain there. Crossing her legs, Rory made herself comfortable, flicking her golden hair over her shoulder. Pulling her phone out, she ignored the stares and whispers directed her way until she heard Takamichi's voice.

"Rory?"

Rory looked up from her phone, peering down the steps to where Takamichi stood beside Mitsuya. "Oh, hey, Takamichi, Mitsuya."

"Mikey actually got you to come?" Mitsuya asked, chuckling.

"Not for free. I get a free dinner outta this." Rory shrugged her shoulders as Mitsuya laughed.

"You know it's probably just gonna be a kids meal at some fast food place," Mitsuya told her.

"Eh. Food is food. I'm not picky."Rory tucked her phone away. "Besides, I didn't have to work tonight and I was curious. I thought what the hell, ya know?"

Takamichi smiled. "Glad to see you're getting along with Mikey."

"It's that or be annoyed by him constantly poppin' up in my life. I'd rather have a friend who just wants to see me often than a stalker whose ass I have to kick. Less work for me."

Takamichi and Mitsuya both chuckled, though it was done nervously on Takamichi's part. He didn't want to consider what a real fight between Mikey and Rory would look like. He had seen Rory handle a few punks now and then that started problems in or around the bakery and club. She was brutal and unrelenting. Not to mention...she didn't always play above the belt.

Rory's attention turned from the two when Draken and Mikey stepped up to stand on the top step. Draken gave Rory a grin in greeting before turning serious to address the gathered members of the gang. "The nomination for the Tokyo Manji Gang's third division captain will now begin!"

Mikey took over. "Third division captain! Step forward!"

Rory turned to look at the crowd as someone yelled for the others to make way. The two boys that approached the steps were complete opposites. One was big and tall, the other short and thin. The tall one had paler skin, dark hair and a scar over the bridge of his nose. He wasn't much of a looker, but Rory could tell he had strength like an ox. The shorter one was darker skinned, hair dyed blonde and wore glasses. He wasn't bad looking, but he had an expression that would be the male equivalent of a resting bitch face.

The two approached the steps, the taller one staying at the bottom while the shorter one climbed the steps, his eyes landing on her as he climbed, but he quickly turned his attention from her as he reached the mid point of the short flight of steps. Then he turned his back to Mikey and sat. The action caused an uproar among the other members, not that it seemed to bother Mikey.

If Mikey wasn't bothered, then Rory didn't care.

The taller boy snapped at the complainers. "Listen up, morons! The man sitting behind me is the new third division captain! Tetta Kisaki!"

The reveal didn't go over well when someone made it a point to point out that Kisaki had once been a part of Mobius. Rory had heard Mikey speak of the gang and the fight that had led to Draken being stabbed. If he had been apart of the group, why make him a captain? Mikey didn't strike her as the reckless sort when it came to his gang. There had to be another reason that she was missing.

Draken quickly silenced the unrest among the members. "Shut up! It's Mikey's decision! If you got a problem, then step forward!"

Silence fell over the group as a whole, allowing Mikey to speak up. "Our gang is going to challenge Valhalla! Valhalla is a rising power with numbers Mobius could only dream of. To beat them, Toman's got to become more powerful, too! With Tetta Kisaki here, we've got somebody from Mobius who was in charge of the guys of our generation. We need Kisaki so we can challenge Valhalla! Tetta Kisaki is now the third division captain! Remember that!" Mikey turned away from them. "This concludes the third division captain nomination ceremony!"

As Mikey began to walk away, calling for Rory, Kisaki stood and called out to him. "Leader!" Kisaki bowed to Mikey's back. "Thank you very much!"

"Yeah. Angel..."

Rory got to her feet, dusting off the seat of her skirt. "Yeah, I heard you the first time." Rory glanced over at Kisaki as she passed him, her eyes narrowing in scrutiny. He glared back at her, making her want to give him a reason to glare at her, but the sound of thundering footsteps had her glancing over her shoulder. That was the only warning Kisaki got, the boy turning to see what she was staring at only to take a punch right to the face from Takamichi.

Rory let out a low whistle as Kisaki's glasses were sent flying. Stunned silence fell over them all, Draken being the first to break it. "The hell's wrong with you?! Takamitchy!"

Surprise and then panic took over Takamichi's expression. He looked like he even questioned why he had punched Kisaki. Mikey came to a stop, looking back as Kisaki spit out some blood in his mouth. Rory was sure this wouldn't be allowed to slide. Like her, Takamichi was a guest here.

"Who do you think you are, Takamitchy?" Mitsuya asked.

"You trying to ruin Mikey's reputation, asshole?" Smile added, joining Mitsuya and Yasuhira as they climbed the stairs.

Takamichi quickly shook his head. "You got it all wrong, guys...I was just...I was just..." He couldn't even began to explain himself.

"Hey, now, what's going on?" Rory turned as another boy walked up. She knew this one. Mikey had pointed him out to her before as being his first division captain, Baji. "Things just got real interesting!"

"Baji..." Mitsuya seemed surprised to him.

"Ain't you on house arrest?" Yasuhiro asked.

Instead of answering, Baji pulled a Takamichi. Striking with a few quick punches, Baji hit Takamichi. When Baji pulled a fist back to hit him a thirst time, Mitsuya caught his arm to stop him. "Cut it out, Baji!'

"Lemme go, Mitsuya. I'll kill you," Baji told him.

"You wanna go, bastard?" Mitsuya demanded.

Rory sighed. "And here we go with clashin' male egos."

"Rory..." Draken gave her a shake of his head. Her reply was a dismissive flap of her hand.

Baji ignored her though, turning towards Mikey. "Mikey!"

"Why are you here, Baji?" Mikey asked. "You caused infighting and have been banned from our gatherings."

Baji grinned. "I just punched another shitty brat. Since I ruined your precious gathering are you gonna throw me out this time? I'll take a swing at your girl too if that'll make it easier."

Rory scoffed at that when Baji gestured towards her. She gave a toss of her head to peer down her nose at him, hands on her hips. "Oh, please. Try me, motherfucker. I'll steamroll you into next year before ya can."

Baji turned a grin on her. "Bring it, bitch."

As Rory's eyes narrowed, Mikey looked at her. "Angel..."

Rory's nose went higher, a challenging glare fixed on Baji. Everyone looked from Baji to Rory wondering if they should be worried for him or her. "You know my policy, Mikey. One free card for everyone. I don't want to ruin your ceremony, but he's already burned that card. If he takes that swing...I'll castrate him."

The bold claim made Baji's grin grow, but he didn't rise to her challenge. Instead, he turned a serious look on Mikey. "I'm leaving to join Valhalla. You don't need a trouble maker like me around. Right, Mikey?"

"Baji!" Mikey grit his teeth as Baji turned to leave.

Smirking, Baji descended the stairs. "I quit. From now on, first division captain Baji Keisuke...will be Toman's enemy!"

Kisaki laughing made Rory glance over at his grinning face. "Toman's falling apart."

That smile and comment put a bad feeling in Rory's guy. She really didn't like this guy. That said, she couldn't fault him for punching Takamichi's light out after Takamichi had punched him. Heaving a sigh as she looked down at Takamichi, Mikey joined her.

Rory braced her hands on her hips. "Ya know...I can't blame the guy for hittin' him back. Takamichi kinda asked for that one."

Mikey agreed. "You mind waiting at my bike? I'm gonna stay here until he wakes up."

"Yeah, sure." Rory gave a shrug of her shoulder, making her way down the shrine stairs. When she reached Mikey's bike, she perched herself on it, pulling out her phone to amuse herself while she waited. She was flipping through videos of cooking ideas when she heard the crunch of someone's footsteps.

"So, you're Mikey's girl."

Rory looked up from her phone to find Kisaki standing before her, his vice captain behind him. "I'm ain't his anything, except an amusin' pass time."

"They why are you here?"

"Why don't you try askin' him that. I'm not really in the mood for a round of Twenty Questions. I don't particularly care for nosy people, so ya might want to walk away before I get needlessly rude." She simply put it out there for him. That way, he couldn't say she didn't warn him.

Instead of getting angry, though, he chuckled. "I can see why he likes you."

"Really? Do share. I'm still tryin' to figure out how I haven't pissed him off yet."

A curt laugh left him. "I think it might be painfully obvious."

"You don't say. Sorry, but those things that are the most obvious are the very things we've most likely to overlook. That's human nature."

Kisaki eyes her before he smirked once more. "If you say so. Better be careful, waiting here. Don't want to cause Mikey problems."

A snort left Rory. "Any man stupid enough to start anything will get his teeth bashed in and his junk added to my collection, so I'm not really worried. Thanks for the concern, though." She said the last part with as much sarcasm as she could manage.

It was Kisaki's turn to scoff at her before he walked away. His attitude just solidified it for her...she seriously did not like the guy.

"What was that about?" Rory leaned back to glance up the stairs. Mikey was coming down them, eyes fixed on Kisaki's retreating back.

Rory tucked her phone away. "He was just warning me to watch my back, waiting here like this. Probably has something to do with everyone referring to me as Mikey's Angel. I'm not so sure I like the level this little nickname is growing to."

Mikey chuckled as he joined her. "You're the one that refused to tell me your name, remember?"

"That didn't mean you had to take it this far. People are talking like we're dating."

Mikey grinned. "Don't worry about it. People won't mess with you if they think that."

"I wasn't all that concerned about that before I met you. Just for that, you owe me desert as well as dinner."

Mikey laughed, smile bright on his face. "Okay, okay." Mikey''s lips twitched into a grin as his eyes swept over her sitting there on his bike.

Rory saw the look and raised an eyebrow at him. "What's with that look?"

"You look really good on my bike."

Rory wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes. "Just get your ass on here and take me for food. I'm starvin'."

Mikey laughed cheerfully as he slid onto the bike in front of her. "Yes, ma'am."

Rory slid closer, arms wrapping around his waist. She held on tight as Mikey took off. He took them to a little cafe, telling her to order whatever she wanted. Once the order was given, she turned to look at him from across the table. "How was Takamichi?"

"He was fine. The guy know how to take a hit."

Rory leaned on one hand, watching Mikey. "You know...I can't say I blame him."

Mikey's eyes moved to her in surprise. "What do you mean."

Rory idly twirled her drink with the straw. "How well do you know this Kisaki? I know it's not really any of my business since I'm not apart of Toman, but the guy gives me a really bad feelin'. I've made it this far in life trustin' my instincts. It's also gotta say somethin' that Takamichi punched him. He doesn't strike me as the type to do that without a reason."

Mikey knew she had a point. Rory was, for the most part, logical. She was straight-forward and never made a judgment based on others' opinions. If she didn't like a person, then there had to be a reason for it.

"I know he's a dangerous guy, but I appointed him captain in exchange for getting Pah out of jail," Mikey told her.

"Pah...that's the one who went to jail for stabbing the leader of Mobius, right?"

Mikey nodded. "With this fight with Valhalla coming up, I need what Kisaki can provide...his strength."

Rory thought that through. "I get that. You gotta do what's best for Toman. Just...just watch your back, 'kay? They guy reminds me of the scorpion from that story of the scorpion and the frog."

It wasn't a bad comparison. "Talk about something else. Anything."

"Hmm..." Rory took a drink from her glass. "Alright...tell me more about you. Do you have any siblings?"

"Yeah. I had an older brother. He died."

"Sorry to hear that."

Mikey shook his head, moving past it. "You've met my younger sister...Emma."

Rory raised an eyebrow. "Huh, now that you say that...you two do look a bit alike."

"You think?"

Rory nodded. "Different eyes color, but your faces are similar, not to mention hair color."

Mikey leaned back. "What about you? You got any?"

"Nope." An almost sad look fell on her face. "I never knew my father and my mom brought me here when I was nine. She was hopin' this would be a good place to start over. She died three years ago and I have no other family, so...I'm alone in the world."

Mikey stared at her as she spoke. He had always thought that she worked to help a parent, not that she was completely alone. It made sense, though. "That's tough."

Rory shrugged her shoulders. "I'm survivin'. I found the couple who own the bakery. In exchange for workin' in the bakery, they let me live in the apartment upstairs and use the electricity and water for the bakery. Between the bakery and club, I make enough to get by. Not exactly ideal, but a girl's gotta do what she's gotta do."

Mikey felt like he understood her a bit more now. "If you ever need help, Angel..."

Rory gave him a smile, her eyes narrowing in mirth behind her glasses. "I got it, but...I'll keep you in mind. Just don't let these Valhalla jerkwads kick your ass. I'll be angry if you do."

Mikey grinned. "Not a chance."

"Good. As annoying as you can be...I don't want to see you hurt. I guess you've finally endeared me to you...just a little, though."

Mikey's grin grew. "Finally going to agree to be my Angel?"

"Don't push your luck." Rory shook her straw at him in mock annoyance.

Mikey chuckled at the display. With her around, it was hard to stress over the issue with Valhalla. If only he had considered how she could be used against him.

END

Kyandi: His showing you off is really going to back fire on him.

Rory: Don't even get me started. I really hate you for the up coming chapters.

Kyandi: Well, it fits his character.

Rory: I don't care! It's aggravating!

Kyandi: Agreed.

Rory: If you agree then why did you write it?

Kyandi: Because I am a writer and we love to torment our characters.

Rory: ...You deserve your night terrors.

Kyandi: Hey! That's hurtful.

Rory: …

Kyandi: Anyway, enough joking about my mental issues. Everyone, enjoy!

Rory: We'll be back as soon as possible.

Kyandi: Bye-bye!