WHO: Tom Bronson, Zelgadis
WHERE: Guitar store
WHEN: 12/11 daytimey
WARNINGS: MUSICAL INACCURACY? I know maybe like three actual chords on a guitar
SUMMARY: make friends with similar interests, cured-boy
FORMAT: no
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oh wow zelgadis' shitty poprock theme song just began playing i'm sure that means something )
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He'd never been to this store before, but he'd been thinking about getting back onto the music scene for a while now, ever since that day he was spontaneously sucked into a parade. He'd been wanting to play more, maybe even possibly play a gig again, but the way this place was, he never really knew what was coming, and stuff always got in the way.
Still, he finally had some time to himself for once, and he found himself standing at the entrance of this store, pulling a scarf down so that it didn't cover his face so much, and looking around.
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With less than half a head in tuning and fingers still giving the taut string another twist at the tuner, he wasn't able to catch the string unravel at the other end and snap up, flicking harmlessly at his face and causing him to jump with a fairly undignified sound. He remained frozen in place for seconds thereafter, both hands gripping the neck like it would come to life and bite him and big eyes gawking around until they locked on the still-bouncing coil of string freed from its space.
He had yet to become aware of how stupid he looked, but that wouldn't be long in passing.
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Without even thinking, he rushes over to check on the guy. "Are you okay?"
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Huh? Who? Why did he look so troubled?
He blinked at last, the gears in his head starting to turn yet again.
Oh.
He remembered he ought to be mortified rather quickly, too; his face flushed underneath the scarf and the backs of his ears heated up. Fingers drummed quickly and once across the neck of the guitar to break the vice grip it was in as he began to fidget.
"Uh--" He stammered a little, head dropping to stare at the floor, then to the instrument that caused the problem. "I...Yeah, I think so. I don't know what I did..."
His voice trailed as his eyes followed the wavering, slightly-coiled string bouncing idly after all that motion. All that over a little string? It seemed pretty absurd.
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