Maybe you’re a train with square wheels
WHO: Fakir, Duck
WHERE: The boys' room at the HT apartment
WHEN: FORWARD DATED to Saturday evening
WARNINGS: Angst, teenage arguments, possibly Christmas joy
SUMMARY: Duck has offended Fakir's delicate sensibilities, and it's about time they actually talked about it.
FORMAT: Pair o' Derps
Fakir hadn't sung regularly in years. The last time he sung at all was for Mytho, murmuring that stupid sunshine song he'd been compelled to sing. Now he was alone in their room, determinedly working through Adeste Fideles just to have some Christmas song to practice. It was probably the longest series of Latin words he could memorize, and for that he loved being able to sing it from memory at all. The little stereo on his dresser provided instrumental accompaniment (at a low volume) to help him keep his focus.
Before long, he was hardly aware of anything but practice. Music was good like that, distracting in a good way.
WHERE: The boys' room at the HT apartment
WHEN: FORWARD DATED to Saturday evening
WARNINGS: Angst, teenage arguments, possibly Christmas joy
SUMMARY: Duck has offended Fakir's delicate sensibilities, and it's about time they actually talked about it.
FORMAT: Pair o' Derps
Fakir hadn't sung regularly in years. The last time he sung at all was for Mytho, murmuring that stupid sunshine song he'd been compelled to sing. Now he was alone in their room, determinedly working through Adeste Fideles just to have some Christmas song to practice. It was probably the longest series of Latin words he could memorize, and for that he loved being able to sing it from memory at all. The little stereo on his dresser provided instrumental accompaniment (at a low volume) to help him keep his focus.
Before long, he was hardly aware of anything but practice. Music was good like that, distracting in a good way.