Room 408, Sunday, Afternoon

[apocalipped]

When you had the room to yourself and the holiday season was mostly over, there were only so many ways for a bloke to pass the time.

Jono had been up all hours of last night playing on his guitar, for example.

Which meant that today? He was hell-bent on sleeping in. Or, at the very least, hell-bent on laying on his back and staring at the ceiling for as much of the day as humanly possible. It was boring as hell, yes, but no less exciting than staring at the wall had been, yesterday. Perhaps tomorrow, to mix things up a bit, he'd look at the floor some instead.

[How enthralling! Tacked up with one in mind, but open if anyone wants to visit otherwise.]

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[furnaceface]

//People do tend to be more likely to stop and listen when it's a song they already like,// Jono mused. //Perhaps a bit of both, then? I'm willing to learn anything yer can throw at me, if yer willing to pick up on some local music, too.//

Actual singing ability optional.

[momslilassassin]

"I'll get you some cantina music," Ben promised.

[furnaceface]

//And I'll go poking through my records for something suitable,// Jono offered, in turn. //Lookin' forward to it, mate.//