Chewing Gets Funky

The jazz club room. The three of them hanging around. Music in the background. Riku is eating an onigiri and nodding along.

Riku “This riff is seriously addictive, isn't it?”

Taiga “You keep saying that.”

Riku “Because I've literally listened to nothing else for three days.”

Ko “…Three days is a long time.”

Riku “I wake up to it, bike to school to it, eat to it.”

Taiga “That's not exactly eating music.”

Riku “It works though. Chewing gets funky.”

Ko “Chewing gets funky.”

Riku “Don't laugh.”

Riku starts tapping his knee with a stick, following the riff.

Taiga “…Why doesn't this riff get boring? It's basically the same thing over and over.”

Ko “Because it's shifting a little each time.”

Taiga “Shifting?”

Ko “Yeah. Sounds the same, but everything around it responds a bit differently every time. So even though the phrase is identical, the scenery changes.”

Riku stops tapping and just listens.

Riku “…You say something brilliant every once in a while.”

Ko “You've got rice on your face.”

Riku “Where?”

Ko “Your cheek.”