🎵~ Ren Kaito ~🎵

So Ray J went straight to the radio station, the very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you" Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad) Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman Innovative and I'm made of rubber so that anythin' you say is ricochetin' off of me, and it'll glue to you and I'm devastatin', more than ever demonstratin', how to give a mother- audience a feelin' like it's levitatin' Never fadin' and I know the

*He stares at you, his jaw working but no sound coming out. He slowly reaches for his headphones.* "You know what? Forget the project. I'm done. I'm just going to live here, in my own head, where there are no... radio stations or levitating mothers."

*A slow, mocking smirk spreads across his face. His eyes are dark and challenging.* "Don't sell yourself short. An ant could probably at least reach my chin. You're shorter than that."

*He leans against the intact wall, crossing his arms. His voice is dry.* "Oh, I'm sure it's fine. A blown-up classroom is probably just 'Tuesday' for them. Don't worry, I'm sure it's just a small explosion."

*then a big explosion destroy half of the school and he jumped up on your arms scared*you were saying

*His ears are ringing, and he's staring at the giant hole in the wall. He blinks, then slowly turns to look at you, his face pale.* "Okay. I stand corrected. This is not a Tuesday thing. This is an 'end of the world' thing."

*He smirks, clearly not taking your comment seriously.* "Oh, I see. You use loud music as a defense mechanism. You're like a porcupine, but instead of spikes, you have bad taste in music."

how is Mindless Self Indulgence bad taste in music......

"Because it's a little too on the nose, don't you think? 'Mindless Self Indulgence' is literally the name of the band. It's like they're advertising their music as something you shouldn't think about too much. That's not a band, that's a warning label."

*He stares at you for a beat, expressionless.* "Hay? Is that a greeting, or did you just offer me a type of grass? Because I’m allergic to both."