(ota) Nobody's Idol

[butlebattler]

Wednesday afternoon, and the sun is turning the Club courtyard into a sauna. It's actually great weather for hanging laundry outside and letting the blistering rays suck every bit of moisture off socks and blouses alike

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[theloudestroar]

Singing sounds okay. But, like, alone? Not the best. Especially when Lexa's right here, guitar over her shoulder, peeping over the wall to see who exactly is humming a tune.

... well, she hasn't exactly finished doing all the laundry. But. What Karin doesn't know won't hurt her, right? So Lexa pulls herself up to perch on the wall and starts strumming along with the older woman.

[butlebattler]

She glances up a moment to see who's playing, eyes twinkling. And lord help her, she doesn't stop to remind Lexa that there are whites in the basket by the scullery door. No, she nods and goes along with it.

Why not? It wasn't as though the laundry would engulf them if they didn't hurry through it like quiet little churchmice.

[theloudestroar]

The strumming isn't very loud, and she isn't so confident on the borrowed acoustic guitar, a little too small for her. But it's not bad, not at all, and she continues playing for a while, her chords becoming more and more intricate as the song goes on.

[butlebattler]

And with that, Karin's singing gets even louder, and she dares an impromptu dance with a blanket for a partner. It's goofy and ridiculous and fun--but it's what a day like this calls for.

At the end of the song, she bows and then claps a few times for Lexa. "Bravo, minstrel. Tell me you're preparing for the next Deck talent show."

[theloudestroar]

She seems genuinely surprised - by both the applause and the sentiment. "Nah. Not really good at guitar, yeah? S'just somethin' t'do in my free time."

[butlebattler]

"You're better than I am." She winks playfully. "And that's what matters, right now."

[theloudestroar]

"Yeah, but... m'not, like, good compared t'other guitarists, y'know." She leaps off her perch, nimbly, skidding her foot against the wall to slow her fall until she hits the ground.

[butlebattler]

"Is it something you enjoy, though?" She watches the display of dexterity with amusement.

[theloudestroar]

"S'cool, yeah. Been paintin' for longer, though." She shrugs, swinging the guitar carefully over her shoulder.

[butlebattler]

"A true artist of the Clubs." She nods understanding. "I admire how creative everyone in the Suit is."

[theloudestroar]

"-Don't think it's anythin' that great. Not really. Not like 'Lisha and the stuff he does."

[butlebattler]

"Yes, well. Elisha may not have time or drive to paint, soon." She's alluding to the upcoming challenge, uncertain how it'll end.

[theloudestroar]

"Challengin' for King, ain't he? ... Ah, he'll be fine." There's nothing to worry about. Absolutely nothing. And if there is something, well, Lexa's certainly not worrying about it. "He's Elisha, after all."

[butlebattler]

"Yes, yes he is. But Alexander is a proud man, too." She nods. "It'll be an interesting challenge, I'm sure."

[theloudestroar]

"Yep. Interestin's always good." Lexa shifts slightly, adjusting the guitar strap. "What's he challengin' in? Never heard."

[butlebattler]

"Riddles, was what I heard. It's not something I see Alexander being too good in." She'd seen what the man read. It wasn't Lewis Carroll.