OTA.

[demon_screaming]

Esme wasn't as stressed out as she looked. Honestly. she was perfectly one hundred percent cool. Ignore the irritably fluttering wings or the slight scowl on the girls face. Or the annoyed way at which she worked on restringing her guitar. Weapons maintenance. That's what this was. She was keeping her 'weapon' ready just in case. Tightening screws

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[not_a_bruiser]

Brian was heading back to his room after heading out for food. He was hungry too often here, and never managed to be awake long enough to grab food. Laziness, mostly, since he didn't actually need sleep. He'd just left the mess hall when he heard a familiar noise: guitar tuning.

He scampered back to his room, grabbed his bass, and followed the noise, poking his head into the room. His curious expression split into an ear to ear grin when he saw a familiar face.

"Esme? No shit!" He moved into the room, setting his bass aside. She was going to hug him, whether she liked it or not.

[demon_screaming]

Paranoid as ever, Esme kept an eye on the vocal patterns floating in the air. She hadn't noticed any new ones, all of them were familiar. It didn't register with her exactly why there was an additional one but as stated, they were all familiar she didn't give it a second thought until she heard Brian speak.

She'd folded her wings against her back for a little bit, ready to just go unnoticed but the second she'd heard Brian, the wings were out as far as they'd go. A definite sign that she was surprised, for anyone that knew her.

And as for that hug? She knew better than to try and fight off a hug from the guy. She set her guitar down and hopped off the couch, grinning. Finally.

"Brian? Oh, my God!" Esme said excitedly as she hugged him. "Hi! Holy shit. When did you get here?

[not_a_bruiser]

"A few days ago. Russia blows nuts. How long you been here?" He knew Esme from his last year at the Massachusetts Academy, before he'd left to start Balls Out with his buddy. He hadn't seen her since. The two had jammed a few times.

"I see you've still got the axe." He picked up his bass and sat down next to where she'd been, grinning. "Good to see you're still playing."

[demon_screaming]

"A few d---" Esme's eyes widened, exasperated. "How the hell did I not notice you arriving? You've really been here a few days?!" She sighed, facepalming and shaking her head. It really had been a bad couple of weeks if she missed Brian wandering around.

"Russia sucks. Africa was better," she said with a small smirk. Africa had been warm and they'd been outside and she liked outside better than inside. It was probably why she spent most of her time sitting on the roof at the Academy. Glancing at her guitar, she grinned.

"Yup! I still got it!" She picked it up and looked at the thing This was only one of several she owned. She even still had her first one but that was back in Massachusetts. She hoped. Oh, if Shaw sold the thing she'd kill the asshole.