“The men of this band amuse me,” chuckled Ryu.

“How so?” Gackt asked from where he was currently pinning a rather flustered Cha to the couch.

“Well, you’ll all beat the crap outta each other for fun or training or whatever, you’ll all brag about your sexual exploits, but when the day’s done, you’ll come home, curl up on the couch, and watch Steel Magnolias or something.”

From his place under Gackt, muffled by the couch cushions, Cha laughed.