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apocalipped) wrote2010-07-23 09:05 am
apocalipped) wrote2010-07-23 09:05 am
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Toffee B2, Friday Morning
Jonothon woke up this morning, deciding that being 19 was going to be infinitely better than being 18 had been, and so he was in a relatively good mood, at least compared to his usual. Perhaps he'd take his guitar out around to the campfire, in fact, so that he could muddle his way through a few songs, even if they were going to have to be unplugged.
His good mood fell a few notches when he realized that his guitar wasn't there. And in its place was an individual who wore enough leather to make Jonothon look tame, with a mane of wild red hair.
And that individual was eyeing him expectantly.
"Play me?"
...
//Remind me sometime today to go out and buy an acoustic.//
[Open for friends and cabinmates and anyone else who wants to visit Jono, sure.]
His good mood fell a few notches when he realized that his guitar wasn't there. And in its place was an individual who wore enough leather to make Jonothon look tame, with a mane of wild red hair.
And that individual was eyeing him expectantly.
"Play me?"
...
//Remind me sometime today to go out and buy an acoustic.//
[Open for friends and cabinmates and anyone else who wants to visit Jono, sure.]