UNDERTAKING: 18 ⤧ you wanna get even yeah you wanna get your bad man good well are you in the mood?

[prayforprey]

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[it's a bit more unusual for the monk to not be sporting his flame-patterned robes, but he's only wearing a loose sleeveless shirt and has his hair tied back

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[lunarianpsycho]

...Lovely...

[prayforprey]

...It happens.

[lunarianpsycho]

It happens to be quite disgusting yes.

[Deadpan.]

[prayforprey]

I'm a man, you will not forbid me from doing manly things.

[belches]

[lunarianpsycho]

If only I could.

[A sigh. Then... she notices that guitar.]

That reminds me. Weren't you going to play a song for me?

[prayforprey]

Ahhhn... I don't think my kinda music is your kinda music, yeah?

[lunarianpsycho]

Perhaps. But, you have piqued my interest.

[prayforprey]

...F'you say so. Hold on a sec'.

[goes to fetch his guitar from off-camera]

[well, the lady asked for a show! and he's certainly not shy]

[lunarianpsycho]

[She'll wait patiently.]

[prayforprey]

[the guitar is slick, matte black, already humming with electricity and waiting to be used]

[Genkaku has noticeably thrown his flame-print robes over his shoulders, open completely to expose a scared chest and rips of muscle]

[he tosses the strap over his shoulder, pointing at the audience (that is, the Guide)]

Aa'riiighto, who'zu ready to ROKK?!

[this is a grown man speaking engrish]

[the babelfish Does Not Understand]

[lunarianpsycho]

[Well, she's just going to blink and stare. This is... new for her.]

[prayforprey]

[despite the lack of answer, he rips into his guitar without prompting]

[the sound reverberates, humming up through his tiny shack's walls, shaking it to the structure if it weren't some foreign alien construct or a fucking prison]

[it's inherently eerie, whining like some soul in a void, sound waves that twist up the skeleton, tighten up up DNA into a more painful helix, rummage around in the skull until all thought ceases]

[lunarianpsycho]

[JUST STARES...THIS IS MUSIC!?]

[prayforprey]

[and tops it off with one final, slamming down on the fret that bangs its way out, screaming out of his amp]

[he throws his pick at the screen with more engrish:]

A-sankyuu, sankyuu!

[lunarianpsycho]

[...slow....applause.]

I can't say... I've ever heard anything like that.

[prayforprey]

I warned ya.

[THROWS the guitar back off camera and flows back on the half-couch]