Return of the Guitar Practice

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[It has to be said that when Espio decides to do something, he really does put the effort in and actually achieve some kind of result. Even when it's something that some might expect the lizard to find pointless - music, in this case.

Despite the fuss certain people had put up - ahem, Seifer - the last time he had tried this, the chameleon is currently practicing guitar in the Quad again. This time, he's producing something that actually sounds like music, though it does still consist entirely of chords.

He could probably have progressed further if he'd allocated more time to practice, but hey...

He's focusing pretty hard on the sheets of paper in front of him as he practices - it wouldn't take much to throw him off and annoy him.]

Comments

[fierybluebird]

[Just shoots a sidelong glance.]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

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Stupid wind. I'm trying to concentrate!

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[fierybluebird]

[Helps fetch and chase them down.] Maybe you need a clipboard, eh. Don't musicians usually have something like that?

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

A rock should do the trick just fine. Why did the wind choose now to pick up, anyway?

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[fierybluebird]

[Deadpans.] Because the wind gods require your music sheets as a sacrifice in punishment for your music on their ears.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

[] It's not that bad!

[fierybluebird]

[Picks him up by the tail, he was already starting to lose patience before and just covering it with deadpan, but it's less amusing to him right now.]

I take you talked to Toby and things went badly?

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

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Hey! Hey! Put me down!

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[fierybluebird]

OI! DON'T LICK ME! Only Grell can do that!!

[Fancy footwork maneuvers now trying to avoid that. Yuck.]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

The idea was to make you put me down!

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[fierybluebird]

Yeah well, my legs are sensitive. And probably don't taste great.

[Doesn't let him go.]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

My tail is sensitive!

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[fierybluebird]

Mine too. [Sets him down, but intends to kidnap him with a hooked leg if need be.]

Talk shorty.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

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Talk about what?

[fierybluebird]

[This is how Marco rolls. He makes you pissed off enough to punch him and then yay problem solved. Something like that anyway, but in more guy-speak.]

You're extra cranky. Do I need to take you drinking?

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

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You picked me up by the tail! Do you expect me to not be annoyed?!

[fierybluebird]

You were cranky before that, that's why I picked you up.

[Maybe Marco is projecting.]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Only because my concentration was broken.

[fierybluebird]

Oh really? That's it?

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

What else would it be?

[fierybluebird]

[Arches an eyebrow.] Several dozen things spring to mind.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

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Such as?

[fierybluebird]

Any new dreams recently? How are things with Toby?

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

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Same as usual... why?

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Know something I don't?

[fierybluebird]

[... Well. Shit.]

No.

[Deadpan liar.] I think I'm just getting paranoid is all.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Oh really?

Care to share? You can't just bug me like that like something's going on and then not tell me about it! [] What's going on?

[fierybluebird]

[Grits his teeth and rather than betray someone else's secret, half-makes up/confesses something of his own.]

Nothing. I've just been more scared lately. [Blinks. He did not mean scared. Marco doesn't get scared.] Worried. [Shifty eyes.]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

About what?

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[fierybluebird]

Losing people.

[This discussion isn't going to come easily, and what the fuck, he was trying to get stuff out of Espio, not suddenly have it vice versa.]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Like who?

...Toby?

[fierybluebird]

[Nods.] I guess I'm getting old. I don't think I can handle watching people I love go through pain and being unable to help them anymore.

I need a drink. [Sort of shuffling away, but it's half an open invitation for Espio to come.]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you definitely know something I don't. []

[fierybluebird]

Nope. Completely ignorant on all matters ever, eh.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Well, I definitely trust you thoroughly and believe every word that comes out of your mouth.

[fierybluebird]

Thanks mate, knew I could count on you to trust me.

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Right.

[fierybluebird]

[Snickers softly. Oh Espio, when will you realize your sarcasm washes right off him?]

[xwheresmacrown.livejournal.com]

Quite the hobby you've saddled yourself with...

[ She can't help but perk an eyebrow at him as she passes. Sure, he needs a little help but maybe it's everything she's experienced back home. ]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Any hobby takes some time to learn.

[focusrelay.livejournal.com]

[Here's Serah taking a walk to try and absorb their latest spectacle when she notices Espio and the fact that he's apparently playing a guitar.

Walking over she sits down nearby and then just sits there for a brief moment before actually saying something.]

I didn't know you play guitar.

[Which isn't surprising, despite their recent adventures together she doesn't really know Espio at all. Which wasn't the point naturally.]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

Just learning, really.

How are you doing, anyway? Serah, right? I didn't get much of a chance to get your name.

[ex_strongerthanshelo_266]

It's still playing the guitar isn't it? I think it's pretty neat.

I'm doing okay. [She's doing lousy actually. Seeing all that on top of Lightning acting so weird? Means Serah is actually doing pretty horribly all in all.]

That's right. I'm not sure if I ever heard yours, sorry.

[eggplantallergy]

Ah, that sounds very nice! [Suddenly reading the music from behind him]

[turnip-rage.livejournal.com]

It's just practice.

[eggplantallergy]

Then your practice is coming along nicely. How long have you played the guitar, or, practiced?