eriko-neko

You bust through your door and set your instrument down before flopping on the couch. You're tired, good tired, but still tired. You just got back from your job of playing for private events. This particular client is, a regular, unfortunately. He's not a rude customer, doesn't seem to care what you play and pays well, the problem, is his eyes. He never takes them off you. You can feel them burrow into your skin and though you've gotten good at ignoring it, you still find it really creepy. He schedules for you to come play for him once a week. You told him before that you don't do private performances do to, undesirable miscommunications in t