A small moan escaped her throat as Vivio leaned her back against Syn, exhausted.
"Syn, that was unreal," sighed the blonde, breathing deeply.
"Mm," came the response, as Syn smiled a tired but satisfied smile, and tilted her head up towards the ceiling, resting it on Vivio's shoulder.
They were both still breathing a little heavily, their pulses yet to calm down. A small rustling noise caught their attention, and out of the corners of their eyes, they watched a tanned, well-built man reach down to pick up his shirt off the floor.
Technically, he was a familiar. But at that moment, neither of the two girls could think of him as anything other than a man, and an exceptionally talented one at that. Zafira gave them a rare smile when he noticed their fascinated gazes trailing his movements.
"Thank you, Zafira-san," Syn grinned at him, cheeks flushing.
Zafira chuckled, and the gentle rumble caused shivers to run down the girls' spines.
"On the contrary, Syn, I should thank
you. Until you showed up, I didn't think Vivio was interested at all."
"That's not exactly true! I'd always been curious ever since I watched Aunty Hayate's videos..." Vivio tried to launch a protest, but her voice trailed away. "But you know, it's a bit ... awkward for me to ask."
Zafira raised an eyebrow, but did not comment. Verbosity was not his game.
"But you were incredible, Zaffy. We had
no idea..."
Being called 'Zaffy' after the session was indeed slightly awkward, Zafira admitted inwardly.
"Yeah, I never knew jazz could be this much fun!" Syn sat back up and playfully flicked a string on the Gibson that Hayate sent her for her birthday. They didn't make these babies on Mid-Childa.
"Perhaps," Zafira paused thoughtfully, "next time we can see if the others want to join us."
"Ooh! If Vita can make it, then we can ditch this synthetic AI drum," chimed Vivio enthusiastically.
"And we could use a saxophone too. Who plays a sax?" Blue and red eyes sparkled.
"Signum."
"And trumpet?"
"Signum."
"Trombone?"
"Signum."
"... what doesn't Signum play?"
"The cowbell. Shamal won't let Signum touch a cowbell for some reason."
Zafira slung the bass guitar case over his broad shoulders and smiled again at the two girls. A record number of smiles in one day perhaps, if anyone was keeping track. "Don't forget to lock up when you leave."
After the tall man left the studio, a quiet interlude fell between the two novices, each dwelling dreamily on the past 2 hours.
"Very sexy," Syn concluded.
"I know," Vivio agreed, "His baritone voice... that fingerwork on the bass..."
"Wait, stop. We're not-"
"I know, I'm disturbed too."
--End--
Spoiler for Here it is :D:
What?
I don't know what you're talking about you perverts, now STOP UNDRESSING HER with your eyes.
Colour is painful.