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[nottoodeep]

A little boy wanders in with a definite bounce to his step, stopping with a look of surprise as he enters what is obviously not the room he was expecting to walk into. His hair is a shaggy mix of brown and blond and his eyes are blue and extremely attentive as the initial shock and minor panic become a case of childish curiosity. From his mouth

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[waragainstfaith]

*he's likely got a guitar and a seat on one of the many couches, so he'll glance up at hearing Cicero's entrance and look immediately somewhere between wary and amused* ...hi.

[nottoodeep]

*sorry, Dio, but the instrument makes you a Cicero magnet* You've got a guitar! *jumps up onto the couch, amazingly careful of said guitar for a kid his age* My brother plays guitar. I wanna learn but Tace says I need to learn to focus first because he says I'm too hyper to really learn anything right now. Are you any good at it?

[waragainstfaith]

*has to grin at that, because (prepare yourself for a shocker here, typists) he loves his guitar* I think I know your brother, then, and yes, I'm very good at it. *totally unembarrassed about this total failure at modesty*

[nottoodeep]

*the most important thing to be said is--* My brother's the best brother ever anywhere between Heaven and Hell! *and, that said, one interesting thing about being a demon, even a very angelic demon, is that things like pride can actually just make people cooler* What kind of stuff can you play?

[waragainstfaith]

*grins again* Sure he is. *and yay, talking about musics makes Dio happy* Most anything if I try. Usually rock music, to define it loosely.

[nottoodeep]

*congratulations, Dio, this look of excitement means you potentially have a minifan* Could you maybe play something for me? Please? I don't really care what.

[waragainstfaith]

*awwwww, even he has to find that adorable* Sure. *smiles faintly* It's pretty likely I'd be playing something even if you hadn't asked. *and yes, he'll shift a little to get himself comfortable, snap his fingers to summon up a pick, and start playing-- probably something he's written fairly recently, which means it's mellower than his old stuff, and sekkritly about a certain angel (though Cicero probably can't tell)*