Characters: Beat, anyone else that shows up Content: Beat trys to keep himself busy during overnight lookout Setting: Deck of the 4423, Trewe Time: Late night, first day in Trewe Warnings: Beat trying to sing
Surprisingly, Reno was still up this late, and still sober (he wasn't a night owl without lots of booze). He'd wandered up on deck to get some air, and found Beat with a....guitar?
Beat yelped, spinning around and making a rather unpleasant noise with the guitar. His face was bright read, and he clutched the instrument to his chest like a shield.
“Ya scared da hell outta me man!!” He yelled, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself. “I... traded for it, yo. Payment for some work. Can't play it or nothing, but it's somethin' ta do...”
Beat frowned, still looking embarrased as all hell. "I... made some money, yo. Couldn't sell it for nothing anyway. S'too old."
To be honest it had nothing to do with money. The lady who had given it to him was desperate to pay him with SOMETHING... selling it seemed like spitting in her face, and he was too soft hearted for that.
Unlike Reno, Beat managed to notice Penelo before she scared him to death. He stopped mid strum, putting the guitar on his knee. He hadn't started up on the singing again yet at least.
“Hey! Penelo, right?” He called waving her over. “Come on! Have'a seat, yo. More the merrier!” He gestured to Mao, trying to make sure she noticed him as well. “This is Mao, our new Boatswain, jus' in case ya haven't met yet.
Mao had gotten himself comfortable next to Beat by this point, laying on his stomach with his paws tucked under him. His tail had been flicking back and forth along with the strumming while it lasted, but as soon as Beat stopped, he looked up.
Penelo? Ah, that's right. "I recall her post on the network. Nice to meet you."
Penelo smiled at Mao. Talking cat. No weirder than a giant lizard demihuman, right? "Yeah, I'm Penelo. And you're....Beat, right?" she asked, looking at Beat. "Have you seen Vaan?"
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Surprisingly, Reno was still up this late, and still sober (he wasn't a night owl without lots of booze). He'd wandered up on deck to get some air, and found Beat with a....guitar?
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“Ya scared da hell outta me man!!” He yelled, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself. “I... traded for it, yo. Payment for some work. Can't play it or nothing, but it's somethin' ta do...”
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To be honest it had nothing to do with money. The lady who had given it to him was desperate to pay him with SOMETHING... selling it seemed like spitting in her face, and he was too soft hearted for that.
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Oh, good. The boy she'd healed earlier was on deck. Maybe he could help...
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“Hey! Penelo, right?” He called waving her over. “Come on! Have'a seat, yo. More the merrier!” He gestured to Mao, trying to make sure she noticed him as well. “This is Mao, our new Boatswain, jus' in case ya haven't met yet.
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Penelo? Ah, that's right. "I recall her post on the network. Nice to meet you."
He waited for the freaking out to commence.
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