Ayu: *mumble mumble worry worry*



Ming: What's up with you?
Ayu: Oh umm.. nothing. Nothing really.
Ming: Then you look way stressed over nothing.



Ekco: Might this have something to do with Aiken?



Ming: SHUSH! She's not supposed to know we listend in on her phonecall!



Ayu: WHAT?



Ekco: *sigh* Well she wouldn't have if you'd kept your mouth shut just then...
Ayu: I expect such behaviour from Ming, but you too Ekco? I thought you were above that.
Ek: *shameful grin* What can I say, I'm a closet gossip whore.



Ayu: Ugh. Well, as it happens you're on the money. It is entirely about that dumbass Aiken.
Ming: Is that any way to talk about your brother?
Ayu: When the brother in question is Aiken, yes. Absolutely. And he's not really my brother.
Ming: *perks up* Oh really?



Ayu: We're both foster children, so we're not really related to eachother or our parents, but we've been family for as long as either of us remember so it amounts to pretty much the same as being related.
Ming: But you're not actually related by blood, right?
Ayu: uh, right.



Ming: Eeeexcellent.



Ayu: *very quickly* But he's a total womanising jerk most of the time and he spends all his time with his bands groupies so you wouldn't be interested in him at all, not even a little bit, he'd be totally beneath someone of your high standards and delicate sensibilities.
Ming: He has a band? This gets better and better.
Ayu: Yes, but groupies! Women falling all over him! You wouldn't be able to beat them off with a six foot solid oak opinion adjuster and it really wouldn't be worth the effort anyway.
Ming: I can really see myself with a rock star...
Ayu: He does boys too! You'd have to hack through almost as many boys as girls!
Ming: Yeaaaah, I bet I could get him to write a song about me too....



Ayu: She's not listening to me at all, is she?
Ek: Nooo... Definitely in happy fluffy pink land right now.
Ayu: Isn't she always?
Ek: More so than usual, I mean. Not even got a fingertip in the real world right now.



Ming: Yeah, I can see us at posh dos and awards shows and wild after parties and all that jazz... Hey Ayu, does he sing?
Ayu: Only backup. He's a drummer.
Ming: Oh. Pity. Drummers are usually a bit mental, aren't they?
Ayu: That sums up Aik pretty well, yes.
Ming: Well, I guess eccentric is cute, right?



Ayu: *sigh* You'll regret it Ming...
Ming: *pink-fuzzies*
Ek: Hey, you never know. She might have met her match.
Ayu: I doubt it. I've seen it all before; Poor deluded girl thinks he's amazing, digs the drummer thing, finds his cocky attitude refreshing, thinks his scotty accent, which I might add is totally a put on, is adorable and decides she wants his little blue eyed babies. Give it a month more and he gets bored of her and she's left as a heartbroken wreck who swears off manhandling for life. The last girlfriend of his I knew is now a militant feminist lesbian.



Ek: Wow, he's really that bad?
Ayu: Yes.
Ek: I guess you don't get on then...
Ayu: Oh no! I love him to pieces, he's just... not very responsible and a jerk when it comes to relationships, and now he's inviting himself to live here...



Ek: Wait, he's what?!
Ayu: Er. Coming to live with us. Didn't I mention that bit before?
Ek: No. You didn't.
Ayu: Oh... Well, I'm sure it won't be for long! I think he's just staying here until he shacks up with a new band. Yeah, that's it.
Ek: *sigh* Well, I suppose we can squash up for a bit. When's he meant to be coming?



Ayu: Er, today, actually. But with Aik who knows when he'll actually turn up. We should probably expect him some time next month, at the earliest.



*shrill buzzer from the direction of the front door*
Ayu: ... If that's Aiken it's nothing short of a miracle. He must have accidentally managed to get on the right plane for once...