FREEBIRD!!!

[livesarock]

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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I PAY GOOD ATTENTION...

[invokings.livejournal.com]

[ Eyebrow raise. ]

Just like that? With your door wide open.

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

IT'S A LOSERZORD THING

[livesarock]

[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?

sobbing

[invokings.livejournal.com]

[ 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!! ]

[livesarock]

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

[invokings.livejournal.com]

[ He glares sharply now. ]

What did you say?

[livesarock]

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

[invokings.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't start a fight, anyway!

[livesarock]

[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?

[invokings.livejournal.com]

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

Nothing. Forget it.

[livesarock]

[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.]