Keahi,
Talbot,
Matt, and
Krad appeared at the party dressed as ____ Japanese visual-kei band courtesy of Keahi's upbringing and expertise. Straddling the line between goth and aristocrat with a little zombie gore thrown in, their colors were primarily black but with one color to differentiate and complement each anthro's style, and to fit with the occasion: orange, brown, purple, and green, respectively.
"Is this it?" Krad asked uncertainly. He had grown accustomed to being out of water, leaving his skin and facial features still shark-like, but still his breathing seemed a little quick.
Beside him, Matt nodded. "This is the address I was given." A hornless unicorn, he was the owner of a music shop and often got party flyers and such to put up in the windows. This was just one of those times that he had been interested in going. Hopefully it wouldn't become too rowdy and claustrophobic.
"In that case, there's nothing to be done but knock on the door. Keahi, knock on the door." The rat beside him, Talbot, grinned faintly and waved his lace-draped hand lightly at the door.
The fox-cat's tail swished in a mix of annoyance and amusement, but Keahi stuck out his tongue and hit the doorbell. None of them got out much. And that was why he and Matt had conspired to come. "Here goes nothing. I hope we get to see some real campy movies," he grinned.
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