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Post by Leith, Veemon, and Shoutmon on Aug 7, 2019 22:57:57 GMT
"The world was on fire and no one could save me but you It's strange what desire will make foolish people do,"
Day 59. Status: Normal. The real kind of normal, that is, not the... weird kind. Not the kind where every other Tuesday entails super-powered aliens battling it out. Not the kind of normal where a guy just can't get five minutes of goddamned privacy. Definitely not the kind of normal where the entire world was traversible by train, and absolutely not the kind of normal where someone can wake up on one planet and go to bed on another. It was an adjustment, but 19-
Wait. Shit. I missed my birthday. It was an adjustment, but 20-year-old Leith Crowther was settling into the new old normal, where ever other Tuesday entailed taking out the recycling, he spent his days alone except during incidental contact with the family, the train could get him comfortably across the city but not the continent, and Leith always woke up and went to bed in the same bed every night. It was monotonous, and it was calming, and it was mundane, and it was familiar. Heck, Leith didn't even have to completely give up music as his job. He crescendo'd on his acoustic guitar whose case he wore on his back for the last chorus. "No, I don't wanna fall in love, No, I don't wanna fall in love,"
Where the high note had before been a soft falsetto, the last couple of lines would make it an angst-filled strong, rough note. "No, I don't wanna fall in love," The last line had him reach for the highest note his range could reliably hit for the "I."
"No, I don't wanna fall in love with you." Reasonably impressed applause. That was OK. Some people were used to him by now, and as for the rest... well, he wasn't such a legend without a full set piece band. "Thank you, everyone! Now we're gonna open up the stage for the karaoke portion of the night! It's first come, first served, so be quick on that selection!" After slinging his guitar case on his back, the long-haired caucasian man in jeans and a metal tee approached the man working behind the cafe's counter. It was hard to believe they let him work there dressing like that, but to be fair he was just going to let the man know his shift was over, so he was off the clock anyway. Besides, this basement cafe wasn't exactly a high-end establishment. Convenient, because after a night of waiting tables, he got to open the stage for the karaoke artists (that word used facetiously about half the time), then either go home or just hang out and have a good time. Tonight seemed like the time to do the latter, so he went and got right in line to pick a song once the supervisor cleared him. He checked his watch during the wait. It wasn't going to be Day 59 for too much longer, but after a year of touring the world with his digital metal band, the occasional graveyard shift was a piece of cake. It still felt kind of weird to wear a watch there instead of a digivice, but he was still glad that thing was long gone.
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Post by Adrian Boriker on Aug 8, 2019 0:06:50 GMT
Tonight was a special night for a certain red dragonoid Digimon, that Digimon being Shoutmon, of course. His partner Adrian's family was visiting his brother in another part of Tokyo for the night, who was also inviting people who didn't know about Digimon. Shoutmon decided that he'd stay in Shibuya for the night, get to see and do some fun things on his own, which Adrian trusted him with doing.
So, dawned in his human holosuit, "Shota" went out on the town. His holosuit gave him buzzed red hair with a slight mohawk, a blue hoodie, red jeans, and white shoes with black laces. He could pass off for any other human in the city, and that was a very good thing.
While he was walking, "Shota" encountered a building that he had always wanted to visit: a karaoke cafe. And tonight was apparently an open mic night, as well. He had plenty of money on him, so Shota decided now was a good time to join in. He entered and eagerly awaited the one who would warm the crowd up.
Wait... is that LEITH?!
It was! Who would've guessed that Shota would've encountered Leith here? He sort of died out after the incident at the beginning of the year... the incident that he and Adrian dragged him into. Maybe it was for the best that Shota kept his Digimon side of him secret for now. Maybe he could still talk with Leith as a new person, right?
As Shota listened to Leith's song, he noticed something: he wasn't wearing his Digivice as a watch anymore. That was pretty peculiar, did he lose it? No no, a Tamer never unintentionally loses their Digivice. Did... did he quit? So many questions were swirling around in Shota's brain.
Shota clapped the most when Leith's song had ended, to show his support. When Leith announced that the stage would then be open for karaoke, Shota was the first one to step up. "I guess I'll be the first served then, right?" Shota joked as he walked up to the stage. "Already got my song picked out."
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Post by ronremey on Aug 8, 2019 22:48:27 GMT
Karaoke, the time where people can sing in front of strangers, regardless of if they can sing or not. Ron wasn't here to bash on anyone though, he was just wanting to enjoy listening to people. He was enjoying a glass of ice water, not really feeling hungry enough to order any food, and applauded along with everyone else.
"So if I got this right, this karaoke is where random people sing whatever song they want?" His spirit partner asked. "Well within reason, yeah, there's a list of songs to choose from, I think. Personally I never went before, so I wouldn't really know for sure." Ron said in his head.
"Why not, you never have the opportunity?" Ron scratched the back of his head. "I'm... not a good singer, I'm pretty tone deaf, to be frank." The spirit laughed, "Really? Come on, give it a shot, it'll be fun." Ron involuntary shook his head, "No way, I'm not doing this, I'm just fine with sitting here and listening to the other people give it a try. Besides, If someone I know is in the audience, I don't want to embarrass myself." The spirit grumbles something about him being boring, and Ron just ignores it.
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Post by Vergil on Aug 9, 2019 3:16:58 GMT
Small groups of people walked across the street, laughing and talking amongst themselves as they made their way into one of the buildings in Cat Street. It was like a little race to get to the little pub as they all jogged up the small flight of stairs and through the open doorway.
Justice kept himself on a rooftop of one of the nearby buildings. He watched the mass of people in the street going in and out of the club. Sitting down on the edge was a moment of welcome respite in the somewhat busy night. His Digimon, Vee and Gummy, were out in the digital world competing in a brawl tournament , so he had the rest of the night to himself. So what was he going to do with all the free time he has? He was gonna go back home and sleep.
Compared to other people, he was not so much of a party goer; he was the complete opposite of that in fact. If he was hanging with friends however, that would be different. But still, he was a little bit curious as to what was going on in that building that's got people coming in and out.
Using his grappling hook, Justice placed it on the ledge of the rooftop and started to scale down in the alleyway, far enough so nobody would see him. Granted he could have took the fire escape, but that was boring. Reaching the ground, he retracted the hook slowly so that it wouldn't come at him like a speeding bullet. Once that was done, he put his hoodie over his head, and entered the building.
Descending to the basement, now he was seeing what the fuss was about: it was karaoke night. Putting his hands in his pockets, he started to slowly walk in, taking in the scenery. On stage, someone had just finished preforming, slinging their guitar case on his back. Justice squinted a bit, trying to get a good look at him? He had a feeling he's seen him somewhere before, but couldn't quite put his finger as to where from?
"Ehh, it'll come to me." Justice muttered to himself. If there was anything he needed to work on, he needed to work on remembering people's faces. As the next performer took to the stage, Justice went to find a seat, wanting to order something to eat. If he was gonna chill for a bit before going heading home, then he should at least get some dinner in advance.
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Post by Leith, Veemon, and Shoutmon on Aug 10, 2019 22:01:29 GMT
Maybe Justice didn't remember the connection between himself and Leith, but the latter sure did. Leith noticed him at the same time he noticed Leith, and the two made eye contact. Shit. That's the guy from the storm. He was high off his performance, but he felt that wash away pretty fast. He tried to avoid eye contact any longer and kept his head down and away from Justice. Nope. Not dealin' with that tonight.
Leith had made a beeline for the song selection machine, but apparently he wasn't fast enough. Someone else ended up first in the queue, some teenager Leith had never seen before. Oh, well. Neither a familiar face from the digital world nor a little wait before making some real metal was going to ruin Leith's night this time. Day 59. An even two months free of that digital burden was coming up, and Justice was not going to ruin it tonight. No, his recovery was- -Bump! Splash! "Oh, shhh- S-Sumimasen, sumimasen!" Leith's Japanese was improving. His klutziness was not. On his way to a free table he went and tripped over an out-sticking chair leg, which wasn't itself awful. He didn't fall over thanks to his recovery, nor did he lose the cup of water in his hand. It did splash out, though, and without a lid the person sitting in that chair was at risk of catching some of the spill. It was Ron, not that the young man had any reason to know that.
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Post by Adrian Boriker on Aug 10, 2019 22:49:58 GMT
Shoutmon noticed right away that Leith didn't look happy on stage. Well, at first he did, but something turned that smile upside down. Confused, Shoutmon turned around towards wear Leith was looking, which was the main entrance. He saw someone familiar walk in but he couldn't put his finger on who it was. Clearly Leith had some history with this person.
Ah well, no need to worry about that quite yet. It was time for Shoutmon to show off his stuff. What he didn't realize was that Leith had made a beeline for the song selection machine as well, but Shoutmon beat him to it. "Hey, you can go after me if you want, man." Leith might've thought that the teenager's voice sounded familiar, but it shouldn't be enough to clue him in that this human was indeed Shoutmon.
The disguised Digimon's eyes widened as he saw Leith walk to an empty table and accidentally spill his drink all over another person towards the front. Oh Yggdrasil, hopefully that guy won't be too mad. If he is I can step in and defend Leith. Not that he needs it, but still.
Alright, now was Shoutmon's time to shine. He selected his song and headed up on stage towards the microphone. Immediately everyone would notice how the teenager looked right at home on the stage, not looking awkward at all. In fact, he looked confident. Which was bizarre for a karaoke bar. The music started, and Shoutmon started to sing:
After the performance, Shoutmon would then bow towards the audience as they clapped, hopping right off the stage and smiling at Leith. Hopefully he would get to go next, like what he wanted in the first place.
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Post by ronremey on Aug 14, 2019 20:12:45 GMT
Ron was just having a good time, drinking some of his water and waiting for the next person to get on the stage. Yes nothing could ruin this evening for him. "So I was thinking, maybe the rest of you is somewhere in the forest area I found you in?" The spirit sighed, "No, I don't think it'll be that easy, I feel I'm spread out far across the digital world. Still, maybe there's one more of my forms in there? It's worth a look at least." Ron took another sip of water. "Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. We can go back there at some point and walk around for a bit, see if yoH DANG!"
Ron is interrupted mid thought as something wet gets on him, making him inhale the water down the wind pipe. He coughs for a moment, then turns around to see who spilled water on him, seeing it was the guy who was singing on stage. He was a bit angry at first, but since it seemed like this person was genuinely sorry, he stayed calm.
"Nah it's alright, although, If you where trying to get me a refill, you missed the glass by a lot." He joked in Japanese, shrugging it off. He noticed that the next performance was starting, and sat down to watch it. He clapped along with everyone else, during the performance he was trying to use the napkins on the table to dry himself off. "Well this is something I need to deal with tonight, eh it'll air dry by the time I get home, probably." he muttered to himself.
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Post by Vergil on Aug 17, 2019 2:48:27 GMT
Justice was seated in a booth with plush red leather sofas and a square table. A drink was bought quickly, cocktail for one, and the menu was set out. There were a lot of variety options, with house favorites, steaks, sides of ribs and basically anything to do with meat. There was also a vast variety of other options including pizza, pasta, salad, and burgers.
He was quick to order when the waiter arrived, getting chicken tenders with a side of fries and coleslaw. He had worked up an appetite after surviving two midterms back-to-back, though he was still baiting on what kind of food to should bring back when Vee and Gummy came back. This was the first time he was temporarily separate from his Digimon, so not hearing their usually banter and being by himself felt...off.
As Justice waited, the next person began to preform on stage after selecting his song. Despite not understanding the lyrics since it was entirely in Japanese, Justice thought it was a good song nonetheless. Heck, that was the general consensus of anime songs along: they're still a banger even If you don't understand what the singer's saying.
After the performance, a thought came into Justice's mind: Should I go up on that stage, or not? It didn't seem like a bad idea, but there was one problem: he didn't do well with being on stage. It was far from stage fright, he was just uncomfortable with preforming to a lot a people, well...looking at him. Their eyes scanning to search for any mistakes so they can burst out laughing.
He shook his head, trying to get rid of that thought and took out his phone, waiting for his food to arrive Someone was bound to preform anyway.
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Post by Leith, Veemon, and Shoutmon on Aug 17, 2019 23:55:04 GMT
Was that guy Leith drenched telling a joke? Was Leith supposed to laugh at it? Was it actually any funny? Maybe that last part didn't matter. The person he just wronged was laughing and so the young man, too, must laugh. In any case, the stranger obviously wasn't too mad at Leith for his klutziness, so it seemed there was no need for anyone to step in on his behalf.
Boy, not needing to be protected was one heck of a nice change.
The guy at the front of the queue was having a damn good time onstage. Well, Leith missed a lot of that because he couldn't easily find a place to sit. The place was jam-packed! Maybe Saturday night in Shibuya was an active time after all. Of course, a full house was great for him as a performer, but as a patron? Not so much. While he scanned the room for a seat he tried his best to keep his eyes on the singer because he knew that people looking away, to their phones, at their friends didn't feel good. There was one place he thought he might get to sit down. The table was still occupied, but its occupant wasn't a stranger. Leith pulled leaned on that sofa Justice had plopped down on and got the young man's attention by bending into his field of view and waving. "Hey." He set his case down and asked Justice quietly as he could through the music, "Mind if I sit? The place is kinda crowded!" Of course Leith preferred not to sit by a Tamer, but this was the real world, and DATS was supposed to be working on something. It was safe... right?
As the song ended, Leith clapped. It wasn't because he liked the song because, well, he didn't. He didn't like most of them, really. The lyrics were way too fast for his Japanese, but he got the impression it was just another feelgood J-pop song like all the rest. The reason he applauded was to be good to another performer who did indeed have the chops even if he didn't have the taste. But while he did, he couldn't shake the thought that, I swear to shit, I know this guy. Has he been here before? Because there was just something vaguely familiar about the person's singing voice and body language.
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Post by Adrian Boriker on Aug 18, 2019 2:54:13 GMT
As soon as Shoutmon stopped singing, nearly the entire place was clapping and cheering. It really made the disguised Digimon feel good that the humans enjoyed his singing, as music was one of his biggest passions. With a big grin on his face, Shoutmon bowed towards the audience and hopped off the stage, leaving it open for anyone else to walk up and start singing. He was excited to see how others would do.
The place was super crowded, meaning it was pretty hard to find seats. When Shoutmon arrived back at his original seat, it was taken up by some hulking human wearing a black T-Shirt and jeans. Clearly Shoutmon did not like this at all. "Hey, man, that's my seat. Can I please have it back?"
"No. Fuck off."
Shoutmon was taken quite a bit by that response. He tried asking for his seat back in the nicest way he could, and that was the response he got? "Come on man, you just saw me up there. I'm sure you can find another spot."
"Well I like THIS one. And as far as I can see, I can pummel you into dust whenever I wanted. Get lost, pipsqueak."
P... PIPSQUEAK?! Shoutmon was a Digimon! He could EASILY tear this guy apart just in his rookie form! Oh, Shoutmon was so pissed off at this guy. He took a deep breath, and turned to walk away... before grabbing his water drink and splashing it right into the asshole's face.
That transaction ended with him punching Shoutmon right in the face, leaving him with a black eye and majorly embarrassed. If he weren't so tough he would've been on the brink of tears. If he was going to find a new spot, he didn't want to be alone. He picked himself off the ground and started to walk towards the sofa that Leith and the other person were at... and that person turned out to be Justice!
Huh, wasn't expecting two familiar human faces today.
As politely as he could, Shoutmon walked up to the sofa and introduced himself. "Konnichiwa! I'm Shota Suda. Listen, my previous seat got taken by some jerk who hit me... is it cool if I sit here?"
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Post by ronremey on Aug 21, 2019 23:10:11 GMT
His smile weekend at the laugh, making him sigh. "You didn't find that funny, I can tell. Ah it's okay though, I was just trying to let you know that I wasn't angry." "Wow, you are a bundle of insecurities, aren't you kid?" His spirit says. "Yeah kinda."
His spirit was looking around at the people who where there, curious as to the different kinds of people that lived in this city. " So, you all can take on different appearances, heights and sizes, have a wide verity of skills, and your all considered the same species, no Digivolving involved?" He asked. " That's right, humanity is one single species." Ron told him. " Amazing, that is very different from what I'm used to." Ron then sees someone punch the guy who just preformed in the face, and then proceed to sit down in what he assumed to be the seat he was in. "... I need to take care of something." He gets up, a slightly frustrated look on his face.
"R-Ron, Ron what are you doing?"
Ron heads in the direction of the man who took that spot.
"Ron think about this, think carefully!"
He reaches the man... and walks past him.
"Ron don't... oh."
Ron walks up to the person who got decked, and greats him. "Hey there, noticed that thing you got into, that wasn't pleasant. Was that your seat, or am I wrong?" He asked
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Post by Vergil on Aug 25, 2019 5:21:34 GMT
"You have seven new messages." The automated voice spoke clearly and concisely on his phone. Justice groaned and leaned back on the sofa to listen to the messages. Four of the seven were cold callers, two automated messages stating he had won a prize and they have to call a pay-per-minute number to claim in - a scam. The other two simply cut off when the voicemail box had started taking the call.
"Next new message:" the voicemail paused, and another more natural voice came through the speaker, "Yo Justice. It's Dennis. Umm...if you can, or if you want to, holla at me when you get a chance, ok?"
Justice frowned. Dennis...why in the world was his older brother trying to call him? The last time they spoken, they had a huge falling out the night before he left the States. Justice thought he had his number blocked, apparently not.
He went over to contacts and promptly corrected it, making sure he wouldn't get any calls from him. "The audacity of that fucker," Justice mumbled to himself.
Afterwards, Justice was greeted by the dude who was preforming earlier when he came in, asking if he could sit in his booth. "Sure, knock yourself out." There was something really familiar about him; had Justice seen him before? If so, then from where? It can't be from here since he doesn't interact with a bunch of people unless he has to, so from the Digital World maybe?
"Sooo..." he began, shifting his weight, trying to sound as causal as possible. "Lively place here tonight, is it?"
Justice then turn to watch the other performer who was singing just now suddenly get punched in the face, making him wince. If he was in America, it wouldn't have ended with just one punch. Back where he was from, someone would have shouted "Worldstar" and took out their phones to record the fight. But luckily it didn't escalate to that.
The red-headed guy then picked himself back up and walked towards the booth he and the other dude was sitting at, asking if he could sit with them. Justice glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. "Uhh, sure I guess. But listen, you ok? You got your shit knocked out pretty hard."
Then, another dude approached the booth, asking the red-haired guy if he was ok. Justice sighed. Is my table a fucking magnet or something, he thought. His food cannot arrive any sooner.
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Post by Leith, Veemon, and Shoutmon on Aug 28, 2019 2:55:54 GMT
"Thanks, man." Should Leith have felt insulted that Justice didn't recognize him? Leith noticed. It was all over the other boy's face. But no, for once it was probably better that way. Leith was in no mood to talk about the digital world, and this guy was in no mood to make him. Win-win. "Yeah, that's weekends here for you. Wasn't like this when I first got here, but a couple weeks later they started getting really packed. Boss likes to joke it's because of me, but I think it's because some hotshot critic gave the food a decent review."
Thud! Oh, boy. There was a violent confrontation interrupting another performer! Well naturally it was just too big for anyone to miss. A wide berth was given around the offender, even after he got what he wanted. Was it Leith's business? Well, on one hand, no. He was off the clock and now just a patron. On the other hand... he was there, and he was a half-decent person most of the time. He could have; therefore he must have. "Hey, sit down, guy. I got this," Leith told the next newcomer to the table. Should Leith have considered that 'Shota' defaulted to English? Well, maybe, or maybe it was obvious the table was occupied by a couple Americans speaking English before.
The young man rose from his seat and shouted in Japanese, "Hey! Kuma!" Leith had shouted the word "bear" across the cafe once things had settled down, but apparently someone responded. It was a 30-something Japanese man who was still visible even while bending down and waiting a table because he was massive. At least 6'4'' and probably twice or more Leith's weight. He looked in Leith's direction, responding to his well-earned nickname. Leith gestured dismissively at the troublemaker to point him out to Kuma. "It's for you!" Once the giant began approaching Shota's assailant, Leith knew it wouldn't be long. One way or another, that jerk wasn't long for this establishment. "Dipshit." Leith sat back down and defaulted back to English. "I always forget that guy's name, but everyone just calls him Kuma anyway. He's nice enough, but don't fuck with him."
The young man shook his head to clear it and help him move on from that. Turned out neither Leith nor even Shota were to be the last guests at the table either. Poor Justice. Probably just wanted to eat in peace. Well... what was done was done. The singing had resumed, and the chatter was extra stimulated following the incident. Well, at least that was another topic of conversation to pursue. In the dark room, Leith used his smartphone as a flashlight to get a good look at Shota's eye and cringed. "Dude, that's not OK." He tried some Japanese. "Hey, Kuma, got some...?" Shoot. He was improving, but the one word wasn't coming to him. "Uh... do any of you guys remember the Japanese word for 'ice?'"
Not that it mattered. The bear of a man had delivered some in a plastic bag just then and set it on the table. "You rock, man." He wandered off. "I'm gonna ask you not to be dumb and use that. I can show you a convincing pic, but you probably want the easy way. Gotta say I'm impressed you went and started that, though. I like it when people take no shit."
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Post by Adrian Boriker on Aug 28, 2019 3:19:10 GMT
When Shoutmon got decked in the face like that, he simply got up and went to go find another place to sit, expecting the human who did it to just get away with it scot free. However, he noticed that a very, VERY big human man had been ordered by none other than Leith to have the puncher be escorted from the area. When they passed Shoutmon, he did the only thing he could do...
He looked right at the human in the eye. He pulled down the eye that wasn't black and stuck his tongue out. Very immature for most people, but Shoutmon felt good that the asshole was getting his just desserts, and he couldn't help but gloat about it.
I guess even humans have the ability to call out things that aren't right, Shoutmon thought with a smile on his face. I'm glad to have been able to experience the human world like this.
When he arrived at the table, all the humans sitting there at the time did seem concerned. Justice, who Shoutmon recognized from a previous outing, asked if he was alright. Of course, Shoutmon simply gave Justice his trademark grin, although it was unlikely that he'd recognize it. "Of course I am! That guy simply caught me off guard. If we weren't in a public place, I'd have been able to kick his ass no problem."
Leith got out his phone and shined a light right in Shoutmon's eye, causing him to blink and yelp a little. "Ya trying to blind me even more?" Shoutmon had asked in a joking tone. The big man from before had brought over a bag of ice, which Shoutmon indeed pressed against his eye. It definitely helped in soothing the pain. Leith congratulated him on standing up for himself, which did make Shoutmon feel good inside. "Heh, thanks. Gotta admit, I let my anger get the better of me back there. Happens even to the best of us at times, right?"
After resting a bit and listening to the other singers, another human walked up and asked Shoutmon if he was alright. "Holy cannoli, I'm not that popular, am I? Trust me, I'm perfectly fine. This eye should heal in no time."
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Post by ronremey on Sept 7, 2019 3:12:56 GMT
Ron was glad the guy was alright, it took a lot of control for him to not confront the man who punched him. He was about to ask if he wanted Ron to get his table back, when he saw that this giant man just go up to that guy to deal with the problem. "Well that's one issue out of the way, glad I don't have to fight anyone tonight." He thought "That would have gone poorly, I believe. They would have most likely thrown both of you out." His spirit told him. "Yeah, but it would have felt good to teach that piece of trash a lesson."
Ron chuckled a bit at this situation, and turned back to the group. "Well, now that things have calmed down, I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Ron, you sang pretty good up there." He said to him, looking then to the guy he met earlier. "Oh yeah, and what you did to get that jerk out of here was great, well done man! What's your all's name, by the way?" Ron asked the group in Japanese, still not sure if the others spoke English.
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