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[legally_blond]

[In the Mess Hall tonight, it's rather empty... since, you know, it's late/early/some in between time. For those who like to wander the wilds of camp in the dark hours, though, it's a nice respite from the zombies lurking around outside. In one corner sits a prosecutor playing an acoustic guitar, looking out the window with a bemused expression

Comments

[sleepisforthezz]

Ahh, the gorilla plays music too, huh? He wasn't so bad.

[legally_blond]

He must have some skill, to be able to play with fingers like that.

[sleepisforthezz]

Why don't you let him accompany you?

[legally_blond]

Because it clashes.

[soulbondage]

...Does the gorilla talk too?

[legally_blond]

Nein, I don't think so--

[wait]

Kagura?

[soulbondage]

You know my name too, mister?!

[legally_blond]

Oh... ja, I heard it somewhere. Did I get it right?

[n_ittowinit]

I'm glad you're getting some use out of the guitar, Mr. Gavin.

[legally_blond]

So am I... uh. Little polar bear.

[n_ittowinit]

Near. Please, call me Near.

[legally_blond]

Ah, it's you! What happened?

[nospringflower]

[only observing, not coming too close]

[legally_blond]

[well, this song isn't easy, so he's too involved to really notice yet.]

[nospringflower]

[GOOD I'll just be here and not feel awkward at all]

[legally_blond]

[fffinished, shakes out his arm]

You're up late.

[yourcompetition]

I honestly think you might have done better without with the banjo accompanying.

[legally_blond]

You're right. The banjo was completely uncalled for.

[yourcompetition]

I'll give you points for succeeding despite it.

[legally_blond]

Ha ha, I wouldn't be satisfied with anything less.