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Apollo's perched on a barstool, back against the bar, feet placed on the rungs under him.
Instruments are literally all over him: his violin's on his shoulder, his guitar's in his arms, a harmonica's held up in front of his face, and a French horn is strapped to his back.
At the moment, though, he's simply strumming on his guitar, singing softly.
His eyes drift open and closed, and all in all, he seems quite complacent.
And so, botherable god, at your service.
[ tiny tag ; apollo
ooc; and it's sleepytime for the mun. tags tomorrow! ]
Instruments are literally all over him: his violin's on his shoulder, his guitar's in his arms, a harmonica's held up in front of his face, and a French horn is strapped to his back.
At the moment, though, he's simply strumming on his guitar, singing softly.
His eyes drift open and closed, and all in all, he seems quite complacent.
And so, botherable god, at your service.
[ tiny tag ; apollo
ooc; and it's sleepytime for the mun. tags tomorrow! ]