[ Hm, it's definitely a mussel. Flat, long, and could pass for a piece of coal... then again, it's still a shell. Hopefully the shop doesn't try to use it to start a fire, because it'll probably do nothing interesting.

As he bends down to pick it up, he hums affirmatively. ]

Fans. I have a lot of them in MIDI City. Never a time alone, even when doing the smallest of things... shopping, taking my limousine to a recording session, fan meets...

[ He sounds awfully distracted, thinking about his now-lost fame. Shu's tail droops as he becomes lost in thought. ]