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FREEBIRD!!!

WHO: Zelgadis and ALL OF YOU
WHERE: MAC
WHEN: THIS WEEKEND WHENEVER
WARNINGS: IDK YOU TELL ME
SUMMARY: Oh my God he has A GUITAR PLAY STAIRWAY
FORMAT: No stairway (dude, no stairway) (no whatever you want)

[so he has this guitar now, see. and...actually, he...really likes it! and has taken to practicing a lot. it's fun. he's not a prodigy, but he's not abysmal, either.

he just seems prone to repetition and short songs.

also, the lock to his apartment door is still broken, so it's still ajar. which means passers-by can probably see the rock-guy lounging on the floor, propped up at the foot of the couch with the guitar in his lap, picking away.]

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[ Gil has just returned from HIS FIRST REAL TRIP OF GROCERY SHOPPING. Even though he hates this place, he needs to eat. So, he's mostly got things he needs to slice and dice before cooking.

TV dinners? Beyond him right now.

And he stops when he sees Zelgadis. Staring... not at the fact he's being a goshdarn hippie but the fact HIS FACE IS LIKE A ROCK. ]

[his head is down, concentrating on the hand moving across the frets, making whatever melody he's got in mind a little too methodical to be melodic...

but that sense of space being taken by something hits him soon enough, and there's a bit of a double-take when he realizes someone's standing there at the barely-open door.

the last note fades to silence as he begins to gape back, not quite sure who he's looking at. or why...]

[ He continues to stare back. He looks human enough...

Oh -- he's staring.

Should he say something?! ]

... What are you doing?

[ SMOOTH... ]

[a slow blink. seriously? he thinks.

warily:] ...Playing.

[ Eyebrow raise. ]

Just like that? With your door wide open.

[ Wait. He hasn't been here long but...! ] Is that even safe?

[visible

eye

narrows a little. his fingers curl around the neck of the guitar, silencing any reverberating sound. was that a kind of threat? he can't be sure. this person is new.]

Why do you care one way or the other?

[ He blinks and suddenly a little indignantly: ]

It seems odd to do that, that's all. What if I'd been a thief? [ With grocery bags!! ]

You'd hardly be a challenge. [yes, a note of smugness in his tone. ha! that guy? beat Zel?]

[ He glares sharply now. ]

What did you say?

[hmph, glancing back down at the neck of the guitar.] And you'd be stupid to start a fight in this building.

I wouldn't start a fight, anyway!

[he smothers a smirk, head tilted down because OH MAN HE HAS SUCH A GREAT BURN but no. it's obviously a sign of him being the ~better man~ by not saying such. he just looks up with a dry, flat stare.]

Then you're not stupid, and you're not a thief. What's the problem here, again?

[ The plastic crinkles softly as he tightens his fists and hold on them, still glaring daggers at this ~~rock~~ person. ]

Nothing. Forget it.

[his exhale comes out with a bit of umbrage, dropping his gaze back down to the guitar. his knees, too, draw up a little in a prickly, defensive manner. sticks and stones, Zel.]

[ Man this is the happiest blue alien in the world. He's got the dumbest smile on his face, and he's taking a walk. Which is actually like...pretty good for him.

Except there are the dulcet strains of guitar music. Which perks his rocking ears, so he's just going to follow that music, and then just wait. And listen to it, because he never learned and it's so impressive ]

[he's not going to get any AC/DC out of this room, no, but...it's not pure crap, either! just...mellow, fairly simple stuff, with a few slides or twangs here and there inadvertently. it's hard to keep his fingers deft while quickly changing position while also not...breaking the neck with his grip...steady as she goes...

his toes (look ma, no socks!) curl and uncurl in the carpeting as he goes, almost keeping time. pretty much in the zone.]

[ The Monster had things to do today! Which did not stop him from wandering around the MAC. There were people living here! People he could talk to!

Hey, someone is playing music! Maybe they are serenading a dinner. Ooo, dinner. He peeks into the doorway and spots that guy he knows.]

Hi!

[he's always a little more careful when he can hear footsteps, but even so, the last note hits too sharp when the feet stop and the greeting sounds.

Zel flinches a little, looking up quickly and blinking. who...?

oh.

that kid with the shadows and the crying...]

...Hi.

[ He's still peering around the door. It would be super-rude to enter his place without permission! But he gives a little wave. ]

It's Zelgadis, right?

Whatcha doing?

[he only gives a slight nod at the name. it's nice, people getting his name pronounced right the first time...

his eyes glance down at the guitar for a second, then back up. he thought it was a little obvious, but...]

Just practicing.

[ The Monster looks curiously at the guitar. ]

Oh, do you have levels in Bard or something?

[he blinks, starting to scowl in confusion.]

What?

[ He mimes playing an instrument. What instrument he's pretending to play may be unclear, however. ]

That's what bards do, right? I thought they played music and stuff?

[slowly:] Y...es...[a slight pause.] But I'm not a bard.

Oh, okay.

[ He blinks a couple of times, before an idea strikes him.]

...Do you play at parties?

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FREEBIRD!!!

i'm sorry

why are you apologizing for this beauty

GIL IS SUCH A LOSER SOMETIMES

BUT SO IS ZEL SO HE'S IN GOOD COMPANY...

I PAY GOOD ATTENTION...

IT'S A LOSERZORD THING

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I swear this is the setup to something horrifying

i welcome it wholly

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sorry!