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[remindmeof_me]

We're so sorry.

We needed to say that in advance. You see, Corporal Shephard decided that today would be a fine day to indulge his musical habit. And, well, two things. One, his musical habit involves drums; he'd wanted to learn the violin as a schoolboy, but his family didn't have money for one, only an old drumset in his uncle's attic. And two,

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[yucca_isnt_porn]

That he is, and Mother certainly has an appreciation for the fine drumming of metal rock.

Even if it does horrible things to his head for the moment.

[remindmeof_me]

It'll stop eventually. And by 'eventually' we mean 'when Shep accidentally breaks one of his drumsticks'.

"...well fuck," he says, looking at the snapped bit of wood with a forlorn expression. "'n I was just gettin' warmed up, too."

[yucca_isnt_porn]

"Bar? Some spares? On my tab." Mother turns over his shoulder to pick up a wrapped pair of sticks to toss to Adrian. "Helluva nice rhythm."

[remindmeof_me]

Shephard catches the sticks out of the air. "Thanks," he says. "Been a while since I got t'do this. Figgered I'd knock the rust off."

[mend_and_defend]

At some point, he will find he has accompaniment in the form of a goldtop Gibson Les Paul.

...one that appears to be playing itself.

[remindmeof_me]

Oh... kay.

That's new.

Shep's gonna keep right on pounding until he runs out of tune (he's currently mentally working his way through Motorhead's 'Ace of Spades'). Then he's gonna get a better look at that guitar. Because: guitar.

[mend_and_defend]

It concludes with one last power chord, and then the tiny mechanical fingers working the strings fold back out of sight.

[remindmeof_me]

Shep leans alllll the way to one side, then alllll the way to the other. There does not appear to be a cord or an antenna for remote control, and so-

"You, uh... you some kind of robot or somethin'?"