{02} action ↪ for ienzo, violet and mirage, but ota c:
[He wants a gun in his hands.
Guns reminded him of his home in Radiant Garden - the house that was also an armoury, the one he had lived in when he was a kid. Maybe it was a bit odd to think of something like a pistol or a rifle as an object of comfort, but that’s just the way he had been raised. Surrounded by weapons.
Since he does not have access to any sort of firearm (which, really, is probably a good thing at the moment), Xigbar has given himself something else to occupy his itchy fingers with. Making those presents had certainly helped for a couple of hours, but once Christmas had passed, he had nothing to fiddle with.
And so, with the recent departure of the music teachers in mind, he had figured no one would miss the guitar he has sneaked out of the concert hall. And if they did, he’d deal with it.
The door to his room is open, and he paces about the suite restlessly. He tries to focus by plucking experimentally at chords and notes, but his mind skips and hops to things he just doesn’t want to stay stuck on. Ansem, Ienzo, the other Apprentices, the holiday that had just passed and the people of Radiant Garden... ugh, yeah, not fun.
His fingers stumble over the strings purposefully, making a loud jumble of notes that surely carries into the hall. He needs to just not think about things for a bit.]
OOC: YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO BUG HIM ana. Especially if he gave you Christmas presents~
Guns reminded him of his home in Radiant Garden - the house that was also an armoury, the one he had lived in when he was a kid. Maybe it was a bit odd to think of something like a pistol or a rifle as an object of comfort, but that’s just the way he had been raised. Surrounded by weapons.
Since he does not have access to any sort of firearm (which, really, is probably a good thing at the moment), Xigbar has given himself something else to occupy his itchy fingers with. Making those presents had certainly helped for a couple of hours, but once Christmas had passed, he had nothing to fiddle with.
And so, with the recent departure of the music teachers in mind, he had figured no one would miss the guitar he has sneaked out of the concert hall. And if they did, he’d deal with it.
The door to his room is open, and he paces about the suite restlessly. He tries to focus by plucking experimentally at chords and notes, but his mind skips and hops to things he just doesn’t want to stay stuck on. Ansem, Ienzo, the other Apprentices, the holiday that had just passed and the people of Radiant Garden... ugh, yeah, not fun.
His fingers stumble over the strings purposefully, making a loud jumble of notes that surely carries into the hall. He needs to just not think about things for a bit.]
OOC: YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO BUG HIM ana. Especially if he gave you Christmas presents~