FREEBIRD!!!

[inthirds]

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)

Comments

i'm sorry

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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. ]

why are you apologizing for this beauty

[inthirds]

[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...]

GIL IS SUCH A LOSER SOMETIMES

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

Oh -- he's staring.

Should he say something?! ]

... What are you doing?

[ SMOOTH... ]

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

[inthirds]

[a slow blink. seriously? he thinks.

warily:] ...Playing.

I PAY GOOD ATTENTION...

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[ 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

[inthirds]

[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]

[ 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!! ]

[inthirds]

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

[invokings]

[ He glares sharply now. ]

What did you say?

[inthirds]

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

[invokings]

I wouldn't start a fight, anyway!

[inthirds]

[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]

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

Nothing. Forget it.

[inthirds]

[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.]