It's Lute!Rockband

[rathershowyou]

Who: Jemaine and Nessie
When: Monday Afternoon
What: Jemaine teaches Nessie the lute and they hang out
Where: In front of Jemaine and Bret's apartment

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[posinglikeaswan]

Jemaine was bent over the table and dabbing gingerly at his leg, cleaning and rebandaging his bite -- stupid flipping iguana -- when he started at the sudden knocking. Apparently a few minutes quite literally meant a few minutes. He haphazardly wrapped the fabric around his leg, tucking and tying it loosely before quickly padded to the door, one side of his trousers still rolled to the knee.

"Hey," he greeted breathlessly, gesturing her inside. "Give me a second, I have to take some coffee to Bret." And so he did, taking the coffee he'd left to cool on the table into Bret's bedroom with one finger raised indicatively. A minute or two later he returned, his trousers hanging properly and his lute in hand.

"Let's go outside. Bret's, um, sleeping." That'd do.

[rathershowyou]

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," she apologizes for arriving too quickly. One should not run everywhere when one is as fast as she is.

While he's delivering the coffee, Nessie stands in the middle of the living room, hands behind her back as she looks around the room. She smiles when he comes back in the room.

"Okay. How did you hurt yourself?" she asks as she follows him outside.

[posinglikeaswan]

"Don't be sorry," Jemaine held the door open, lute nestled against his hip, before nudging it shut with his foot and making his way towards a fallen tree trunk. "It's fine, I should have rebandaged sooner anyway. And an iguana bit me. Thinks my bass is its boyfriend or girlfriend or something." Whatever, it was someone elses problem now.

"How'd you get here so quick?" He asked conversationally, resting the lute against the trunk.

[rathershowyou]

She apologizes a lot. For everything. She gets it from her Mom. She can't help but giggling a little. "Seriously? An iguana bit you." And more giggling. "I'm sorry. I know it's not funny it's just...an iguana bit you. You really should make sure you take good care of it though. Their mouths are filled with bacteria."

See! More apologizing. She sobers at his question.

"I run really fast and I really love running." She'll probably eventually tell him what she is. She just needs to get a little more comfy with him first.

[posinglikeaswan]

Jemaine scoffed and sat down against the tree, pulling the lute to rest between his calves. "It has some weird sexual fixation with my bass guitar. Thing could take a finger off. Or a toe." He paused, rubbing a hand over his knee. "Yeah. I need this leg."

The last thing he needed, on top of everything else, was to have his leg amputated.

Wait, ran fast? More like she sprinted. Like a cheetah. Or a really fast wildebeest. "Do you run marathons?"