Aug 01, 2011 12:45
[Gazille is kicking back in what is probably a condemned apartment somewhere or possibly the basement of a place he's not supposed to be squatting in. Needless to say it's not very cozy looking, but he's managed to make use of whatever left over furniture is there. He's got his feet propped up on a coffee table as he's relaxed in an old, ratty looking sofa that's missing a cushion and is moth eaten. The inner fluff of the arm rest is popping out. He's got a harmonica in hand and he's playing, or ... trying to. He hits a few notes, starting to play something before he messes up, he continues on through with a few odd screw-ups before finally giving up. He's getting there at least, but he's frustrated with this.]
Stupid thing. [And the harmonica is tossed to the table before he reaches down to pick up his NV and looks right at you folks watching. Seems like this one wasn't an accidental capture of his musical talent.]
I'm fucking bored. [Someone's got a day off and it's too many hours before evening sirens.]
Who's watchin' this? Tell me somethin' interesting.
c: oruha,
!: gazille redfox,
c: pickles the drummer