One Mean Ghost
Your Ghost Host from the West Coast
Dante
Dante sipped his coffee, just observing all the various conversations as they went on around him. Tsurei suggested everyone splitting up, but that idea seemed to get promptly shut down. There wasn't any real reason for them all to split off unless they just wanted to do different things, after all. A scent on the breeze told him his roommate was around before the boy physically arrived. At this point, he was used to the smell of cigarettes. He didn't particularly care for it, but so long as Ryuu didn't go blowing smoke in their room, he didn't care if the boy smoked. He had air fresheners and wore a fragrance such that the smell didn't cling to him.
"Sure. I was hoping to check out the band the minute I heard about it" He grinned over at his roommate. By some fortune, the two of them had something in common that helped them get along from the start: both of them were musicians. It made the transition much easier, at least for Dante, to know he was rooming with someone he had some commonality with.
Their teacher then arrived, giving them a spiel to enjoy the day. Not that it seemed they needed an invitation to do that, at this point. Already people were starting to break off to leave. Looking from Becca, to Drake, to everyone else. "Well, rather than stand around here wondering what's at the festival, let's go see for ourselves!"