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[cheevy]

The fire here is nice. The wine is, too. That is why, despite the lateness of the hour, in the bar is a hippie lounging on the couch with a borrowed guitar on his stomach and a glass on the floor within easy reach. He's strumming the strings idly, the sound soft because it is an electric guitar and he hasn't brought the amp to plug it into. He's

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[candied_rabbit]

Oh! Music! Also, a rather content-looking Miniver.

It's almost too much for Momiji to disturb, as he wanders by, leaning on the arm of the couch and looking over the hippie curiously. For his part, he smells markedly of the outside, of grass and dead leaves, and the violin case he's lugging around under one arm may or may not have a flower or two poking out of it. Someone's been playing by the lake.

"You look happy!" He chirps, after a moment. It's only almost too much to disturb, after all.

[cheevy]

Miniver cracks open one eye, then two, and smiles. "Hey, kid. What's goin' on?"

Momiji is too far away for Miniver to SMELL him. Yet. But it will become apparent when he does. The forest makes him sneeze.

[candied_rabbit]

"Nothing much."

The rabbit-boy shrugs and scampers around Miniver to flop himself down on the couch adjacent to him, violin case at his feet. He's completely unaware of and, as a result, completely oblivious to, Miniver's issues with the forest. Instead, he just looks eagerly over the guitar.

"What were you playing?"

[cheevy]

"Nothing really, just practicing." He continues, working carefully on getting the fingering just right and holding his hands properly. "Kinda late, isn't it? Don't you like, go to sleep, or something?"