XIII.
[After having musical instruments come up in two different conversations lately, Hellboy has decided that maybe he ought to try and learn to play something as a way to pass the time. It's always good to have a hobby, after all, and when better to start than when you've got apparently endless amounts of time on your hands?
Because, you know, you're imprisoned in a magic castle.
A mixed blessing, perhaps.
Regardless, Hellboy has decided that in the late evening is the best time to try and learn an instrument. For whatever reason. Maybe he thinks he'll be least likely to have someone witness his embarrassing fumbling around? Could be.
He's in the music room right now. But instead of making a whole bunch of noise or breaking shit because he doesn't know what he's doing, he just kind of stands there for a little while. Squinting.
Where does ... he even start ...
Maybe he should take up knitting instead.]
[ooc. open in person! music room or third floor, since the door's wide open and HB's just standing there stupidly.]
Because, you know, you're imprisoned in a magic castle.
A mixed blessing, perhaps.
Regardless, Hellboy has decided that in the late evening is the best time to try and learn an instrument. For whatever reason. Maybe he thinks he'll be least likely to have someone witness his embarrassing fumbling around? Could be.
He's in the music room right now. But instead of making a whole bunch of noise or breaking shit because he doesn't know what he's doing, he just kind of stands there for a little while. Squinting.
Where does ... he even start ...
Maybe he should take up knitting instead.]
[ooc. open in person! music room or third floor, since the door's wide open and HB's just standing there stupidly.]