Ginji bounced in the front row seat of the theater, where he'd come to see Ban's debut performance. Oh, sure, he'd only gotten the understudy role in this musical so that he could get to the lead actor who'd stolen something - but the fact was that he'd been cast, and he couldn't back out, as much as he wanted to.

     "Maybe Ban-chan will become a famous actor!" Ginji thought excitedly. "Then we can eat food that isn't expired or stolen..."

     The lights went down, and Ginji quieted as the orchestra began to play.

     Something was wrong, though - this wasn't the song that he'd caught Ban singing in the bathroom. Instead, it sounded merry and somewhat... Irish?

     A spotlight hit the stage, and Ginji froze at the figure it illuminated. "...Akabane-san?!"

     The deliverer smiled down at him and put his hands on his hips, kicking up his heels to dance.

     Ginji watched, horrified and fascinated, as Akabane raised an arm, brandishing a handful of scalpels, and pranced across the stage. He was surprisingly agile in all that heavy black material... and Ginji cringed as he smiled down from the stage again.

     "Do you like my dancing, Ginji-kun...? Ginji..."

     "Hey, Ginji..."

     Ginji woke with a start, and looked over to find Ban regarding him with annoyance and slight concern from the driver's seat. "You were whining in your sleep."

     Ginji's eyes were still wide in horror. "Ban-chan..." he whimpered, "I'm never going to eat expired jalapeno ramen again..."