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He'd heard about things like this happening, but it just didn't happen to him. For all of the crazy shit he'd laughed at, it seemed so much less funny on this side of it.
Fourteen bars in. He'd been only fourteen bars into some new concoction of a song when blond hair had distracted him, come too close for comfort, taken an undue interest. It wasn't like Roger to stare, but to be fair, it wasn't him that had started it. There was obviously something Blondie was seeing that was proving pleasing, and the more Roger pretended not to notice, the more he thought it was his guitar. Of course, many found musicians alluring, but this was a fascination Roger was unfamiliar with, and he shifted under the gaze.
The blond came closer, reached out, and Roger remained motionless, uncertain of what to do in a situation such as this. Should he pull back, make himself bigger? But his back was flat against the compound wall. There was nowhere else to go; so he stayed as he was, fingers frozen in G7 and then his hands were empty. What had just happened? Roger looked down at his empty lap and saw yellow hair receeding into the trees.
"You little monkey fuck, come back here!" Roger called, leaping to his feet to sprint after the creature. Maybe it was his imagination, but in the process of ambling to his feet, he swore he heard that primate cockjob blow a raspberry at him. Make fucking faces at him. No. Fuck no.
He leapt and landed chest-down in the sand, no monkey no guitar. He worked his way back up only to see a foot around the neck of his guitar dangling from the trees. He heard another spitting noise as his baby dangled feet above his head. Now it was one.
"HEY!" Roger called, picking up a coconut and lacing his fingers like a football. "Heads up, you piece of shit!" He threw the coconut and it disappeared into the foliage. He waited for it to arc back down, but it never did. He squinted up, stepped below... and jumped sharply to his right as the coconut hurled back down and narrowly missed his head.
"YOU FUCKING SUCK!" Fuck it, Roger decided as he tested the weight capabilities of the first branch. He was about to have a fist fight with a monkey and just hope to fucking God the little shit-thrower didn't drop his Sadie.
[Find him at any point in this process. You can even have him sitting back down after getting the guitar back. It's all up to you.]
Fourteen bars in. He'd been only fourteen bars into some new concoction of a song when blond hair had distracted him, come too close for comfort, taken an undue interest. It wasn't like Roger to stare, but to be fair, it wasn't him that had started it. There was obviously something Blondie was seeing that was proving pleasing, and the more Roger pretended not to notice, the more he thought it was his guitar. Of course, many found musicians alluring, but this was a fascination Roger was unfamiliar with, and he shifted under the gaze.
The blond came closer, reached out, and Roger remained motionless, uncertain of what to do in a situation such as this. Should he pull back, make himself bigger? But his back was flat against the compound wall. There was nowhere else to go; so he stayed as he was, fingers frozen in G7 and then his hands were empty. What had just happened? Roger looked down at his empty lap and saw yellow hair receeding into the trees.
"You little monkey fuck, come back here!" Roger called, leaping to his feet to sprint after the creature. Maybe it was his imagination, but in the process of ambling to his feet, he swore he heard that primate cockjob blow a raspberry at him. Make fucking faces at him. No. Fuck no.
He leapt and landed chest-down in the sand, no monkey no guitar. He worked his way back up only to see a foot around the neck of his guitar dangling from the trees. He heard another spitting noise as his baby dangled feet above his head. Now it was one.
"HEY!" Roger called, picking up a coconut and lacing his fingers like a football. "Heads up, you piece of shit!" He threw the coconut and it disappeared into the foliage. He waited for it to arc back down, but it never did. He squinted up, stepped below... and jumped sharply to his right as the coconut hurled back down and narrowly missed his head.
"YOU FUCKING SUCK!" Fuck it, Roger decided as he tested the weight capabilities of the first branch. He was about to have a fist fight with a monkey and just hope to fucking God the little shit-thrower didn't drop his Sadie.
[Find him at any point in this process. You can even have him sitting back down after getting the guitar back. It's all up to you.]