Dream [011] ☼

[love_lostomates]

Sunlight streamed through the trees, bathing the porch in light. The warmth made the air heavy-contentedly, peacefully-and the quiet was broken only by the simple strumming of a guitar.

And then, not long after a few notes are left to hang in the hazy air, a voice-untrained, but pleasant enough-joined the notes, Spanish intertwining easily with

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[ofnoise]

Echo did not know Mister Spain could play the guitar.

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[love_lostomates]

Oh, good morning, Echo!

And yep, I love to play the guitar~

[2/2]

[love_lostomates]

[And a thought--]

Do you play any instruments?

[ofnoise]

Mister Spain is... very good at it.

[...]

No, Echo does not.

[love_lostomates]

Aww, thanks!

[Hrm]

Well, do you want to learn?

[ofnoise]

[Brb misinterpreting things]

Echo has never considered it.

[love_lostomates]

[Yay misinterpretations! \o/]

Would you want to, though? It can be fun to know how to play an instrument.

[ofnoise]

Echo does not know if Master Vincent would appreciate the noise.

[love_lostomates]

Don't be silly, Echo. It's not noise, it's music!

[ofnoise]

... Echo does not if he would appreciate the music, then.

[love_lostomates]

Then don't play around him. That's easy enough, right?

[He's in too good of a mood; even Vincent can't put a dampener on it.]

[ofnoise]

... Even so, Echo can't afford an instrument, so it doesn't matter.

[love_lostomates]

Well, is there one in particular you really like, or that you'd like to learn?

[ofnoise]

No.

[Isn't she so helpful? .D]

[love_lostomates]

[Hush you. :|]

Haven't you heard any music played? You must like some music.

[ofnoise]

Echo does not have a particular preference.