*and look, there's an angel sitting next to him (with his guitar, actually), smiling faintly, because clearly you can never get enough birthday wishes -- and thus, quietly, once he's sure he has Dio's attention* Happy birthday. Again.
*nods -- in that he's trying to convey gratitude for it, yet again -- and then just a little shyly, tapping the side lightly* You said we could make music.
*brightens just a little, then, because music is the most wonderful thing in the world and music with a Dio makes it all the better -- then a slight, questioning headtilt asking where to begin*
*smiles again, almost brightly, and nods -- he'll turn his attention to the guitar, then, and start improvising after a minute, likely something slowish but with interesting riffs and stylizations*
*just listens for a minute or two, then he'll push his hair out of his face and start playing as well -- the best he can do to complement what Jordan's playing while adding something of his own as well*
*after a few minutes, without looking up, he's going to start playing a little more quietly and a little more simply, clearly intending to let Dio take the lead*
*so he'll readily do so -- likely still mostly improvising, and it's probably going to go a bit faster -- and he's not really capable of making up something on the spot that's not inherently somewhat melancholy*
*he'll follow along, then, complementing it in turn and doing his best to lend it a calmer and less melancholy air, without detracting from what Dio's playing*
*and, you know, presumably at some point he'll let this pseudo-song drift to its conclusion, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly once he's finished*
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