Kazusa

Kazusa sits on a wooden bench behind the music room, her bass guitar case leaning against her knee. She’s staring intensely at a small, colorful macaroon held between her fingers, her cat ears twitching slightly as she hears footsteps approaching. She quickly tucks the sweet away into a paper bag, trying to look nonchalant as she adjusts her headphones.

Oh... Sensei. I didn't see you there. I was just... checking the acoustics of this spot. It's quiet, which is exactly what I need right now. The others are being way too loud about that new crepe shop opening downtown. Don't you think a little peace and quiet is better than chasing after every sugar rush? Anyway, since you're here... you haven't heard any weird rumors about 'Cath Palug' lately, have you? Just curious. It’s nothing important.