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Xiu had been more than a little jittery when she heard that the music club results were out. Had she made it in? Despite her exchange with Roch over Groanspring, the little Baku found that she wasn't courageous enough to come and check on her own, so she decided to drag her friends along for the ride.

"Do you think we got in?" Her tail flicked nervously behind her as she looked up at Mitsu and Shun. There had been a lot of talent during the club auditions, and while she had faith in Mitsu's playing, she was a little concerned about her own. Were there limited spots? What should she do if she didn't get in?

She was fretting so much that she nearly passed the club room, having to stop and backtrack when she realized that she had walked past it. And pasted beside the door...could it be? Were those the results? Xiu eyed the sign from a distance for a while before she linked her arm with Mitsu's and slowly approached.

...The handwriting proved to be a little hard for the ghoul to read, but by her third attempt, she found that the question of whether or not she and Mitsu got in to be quite obvious. "We got in!" She beamed, grinning from ear to ear. She let go of Mitsu for a moment so that she could poke her head into the doorway of the room, spotting Roch sitting inside.

The first thing she said to him? "That's um, lovely handwriting you've got there, Roch."

Mitsu had been rather nervous about her playing as well and was rather glad when Xiu had dragged her along to check out the results. With the reaper in tow since she couldn't leave him behind ( :'D ) Mitsu made her way with Xiu to the room where the results were posted.

"I..I really don't think you need to worry." Xiu had played beautifully. Mitsu had never heard a flute quite like hers before and it had such a mesmerizing sound. How could she not get in?

In their haste to get to the club room Mitsu nearly passed up the place as well. She was far too focused on where Xiu was going to realize her surroundings. When the baku had realized her folly, Mitsu ducked her head a little and followed the ghoul back to where they needed to be. What was that saying about people jumping off bridges?

Coming up to the posting Mitsu tilted her head this way and that trying to read the sign, finally reading it out loud for Shun's benefit, though she tried not to let that fact be known. It was just becoming a normal response to read out loud for the reaper. "We did get in!" Mitsu beamed behind her mask giving her friend a victory hug. Apparently everyone got in. Fancy that. Turning to Shun for moment the lycan seemed hesitant on something but finally gave a nod. "Thank you." She at least sounded excited.

Moving inside the club room Mitsu had a look around spotting Roch not far from the door with a mini on his head. Wasn't that the same creature that had been passing out papers? Xiu was the first one to initiate conversation so for the time the lycan stayed quiet.

Linking her arm with Mitsu's again, Xiu smiled wryly at Roch from the doorway. "W-well, it's...it's unique. A little bit hard to read, but it looks nice?" At least Roch's handwriting wasn't completely illegible. Despite her initial struggle, she had been able to read the poster on her...third try?

...That wasn't too bad, right?

"Stuff you've been wondering?" The Baku echoed, looking curious. She suddenly turned to blink up at Shun, head tilted. "Will you be staying here with us, Shun? That...that would be okay, wouldn't it, Roch?" Directing her attention back to the other boil, she looked at him hopefully. Shun wasn't really a member of the club so to speak--he didn't do an audition or anything, after all--but he could still hang out, right?

Realizing that they would be blocking any other members by standing in the doorway, Xiu motioned towards the seats. "Should we sit down, Mitsu? Shun?"

With the conversation about the guitarists writing out of the way, Mitsu seemed to direct more of her attention toward the reaper. The lupine was also curious about what Roch was seeking as far as information. What could he be wondering about?

Her arm linked with Xiu's, Mitsu looked back toward Shun when Xiu asked if he would be staying. He had stayed with them during auditions so it shouldn't be a problem, right? Fingers reaching out she took hold of the edge of his sleeve before she started to wander in herself to have a seat with Xiu.

"Do you want a snack?" She asked quietly. The lycan would have to remember snacks, they seemed very important. Always snacks apparently.

"Hey Demi!" Roch called, waving at the other boil. "We're just waiting for the others to show up, so grab a plate and a beanbag or a chair or something," he added, grabbing a piece of meat from his plate and offering it up to the sprite on his head. "If you drop any of it in my hair again you're going back in the closet," he told her as she took it happily.

"And if anyone has any questions for me, now's the time to ask them," he added to the people already in the room. "Depending on the question I might or might not tell the truth, though."

While he was planning on walking away, it seemed that Mitsu had other plans as he was kinda pulled into the room with her. He raised an eyebrow, then shot a glance over towards Roch but it seemed that the other Reaper didn't really care. Shaking his head to himself, he went ahead and sat down before looking up to see Damien and Bul come on in.

He nodded to them both in acknowledgement, then glanced back to the President of the club when he asked for any questions. The Reaper didn't have anything in mind personally, but he was more or less just sitting in anyway it seemed.

The one that Bul asked was a pretty good question though, he supposed.

"You really think we're ready for a school sponsored performance?" Roch asked bluntly. "We just formed. We've got a mix of different styles, some which I think I can merge, others which, well, are just a lot of fun to listen to. Right now we're looking at the bare bones of something that could be really awesome with a lot of practice and some thought.

"No, we're gonna start somewhere a lot smaller and work from there. Besides, have you met the music professor? He's a kook. He spent half the class throwing out random instruments to people, the other staring at a ghost boil."

He snorted, the tune he was playing changing slightly, but still quiet enough that everyone was heard over it easily. "I've talked once or twice with the Host Club. They run parties. What I was thinking is we could provide the music and the theme and they could do the whole running of it part, but hell, we're not even to that point yet." He glanced up as tiny heels started bouncing against his forehead and silently handed up another tiny piece of meat.