[IC] [Old Radio/Waiting in Earth Crossover]

[futureforbirds]

**After the library of doom made Kaito cough his lungs out, our Kaito Team has decided to go back to the city behind the wall. Kaito's illness has gotten much worse due to his weakened immune system and sleeping outside all the time. But now, here they are. He finds himself staring up at the wall with mixed emotions of relief and dread. How in the hell are they going to sneak in?**

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[futureforbirds]

**after he's gotten a good amount down, he has KAITO sing the notes. Minor edits and repeats until he's basically satisfied with the first verse... it doesn't have lyrics yet, but the solemn yet upbeat tone is just what he's after. He's losing track of time, but he's just supposed to be resting in a house, anyway. No reason not to do that while having fun at the computer with his friend.

KAITO may notice that he's started to hum out his ideas a bit before putting down one that he likes.**

[deteriorated]

[He's also lost track of time, feeling good about just singing wordless tunes. It's also nice to hear the master singing as well... it's like they're both trying to find the same wavelength. Trying to create a song that both of them could sing.]

[futureforbirds]

**gentlemen

WE HAVE A CHORUS.

From this point on it's smooth sailing cause after the chorus you just pick up the same sound of the first verse. Right.**

I think we could start working on the lyric now? What do you think?

[deteriorated]

It sounds good to me, [he says. He's really excited about having lyrics -- he wondered what sort of words would go along with this tune?]

[futureforbirds]

**he's not sure himself. Well, this song is about KAITO, so... he thinks long and hard, mulling over the things he wants to convey.

But eventually

It's this.**

[deteriorated]

[And, just as he was always meant to, what is put down is also sung. He sings it as best as he's allowed to, given the programming (and Kaito's skills). As he sings, he listens to the lyrics carefully; each master had reasons for composing their songs -- what was Kaito's?

He didn't expect the lyrics to hit him so hard. He continued singing, playing the music back to his master, all the while feeling shaken by how accurate the song was. It made him think back to nights and days when he was singing to himself, pretending someone was still there to listen. Thinking back to when he wished he could also go where the other humans were, that maybe he could sing on the other side as well. Because that was what he was meant to do and without that, what was he? Was he really just a toy, always singing, never stopping? Something to leave behind when bored?

That realization hurt him so much, back then. This song about this never ending solo was doing the same.

When he finished, he was almost too overwhelmed to speak. But he does, in the end. Even if the words don't match what he was feeling (whatever that was) at the moment.]

...was that all right?

[futureforbirds]

It was perfect.

**This was the truth. He really hoped that he did a good thing here - he wanted to give KAITO a song that he could call his own, and also to honor his friends that he lost. He probably didn't even realize how hard he'd hit the nail on the head.**

[deteriorated]

[He can't help but smile at that.]

I'm glad.

[futureforbirds]

Me too. It was a good experience...!

**and now that his focus was broken, his stomach gave a YELL OF PROTEST.**

.... o-oh... wow, it must be lunch - **he looked at a clock** - e-ehhhh....

... m-make that dinner. **cough. coughcough.**

Wow, we really lost track of time...

[deteriorated]

[He's actually glad the stomach 'spoke up'. He didn't want to dwell on the past right now.]

We did. You should go eat something. Do you need help?

[futureforbirds]

Oh, I don't know... there's a stove here for once, so I was thinking of doing some actual cooking today.

[deteriorated]

[Ahahaha... cooking really isn't KAITO's thing. He'll just let the master handle this one.]

That sounds nice. But, please don't get hurt. [Like burns or something. He's still sick, after all.]

[futureforbirds]

Oh come on, I'll be fine! **cough** Stoves are safer than a campfire right?

**he laughed**

[deteriorated]

That's true. [At least, he hoped so.] You probably know how to take care of yourself very well.

[futureforbirds]

I won't blow up the house, I promise.