therefore, you and me. (love, love)

Sirius Gibson was an uncomplicated man, no matter what the tabloids love to say about him. He sighs into his coffee, staying up again to look through candidates for Witch's Heart's Halloween shows. Witch's Heart is a band, his band, rather, that he'd started from the ground up. Lady Dorothy had bought all of their instruments, their supplies...

He groans, throwing his head into his hands. "No. No. No," He muttered, using his elbow to click through the profiles. He didn't spend too long on each, knowing they weren't the one deep down. He didn't feel that spark, like the one he had when he met his bandmates.

"Sirius!" Ashe sang, his grating voice filling the air faster than a seafood boil infecting the air with its fishy scent. "What." He asked, gritting his teeth as he did so to keep himself from saying something stupid while half asleep. "I found a girl!" Sirius groused, deadpanning Ashe as he did so.

"...Why, praytell, would I care about your romantic escapades? Especially at," He glanced at his watch, "3:32 in the morning?" Ashe sighed dramatically, flopping onto the purple-haired's bed, "First, not even close! You know girls have never been my cup of tea. Second, because she's a perfect contender for our Halloween shows!"