08-05-2020, 09:34 PM
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He tried not to notice the way her eyes lingered on his injured shoulder. Instinctively, he angled himself so it was harder to see. It took only a few more seconds to feel Roan's gaze, and he bit back a sigh. Their appraising stares felt too heavy for Devland, and he returned to his notes, head tilted to the right, shielding the wound from their prying eyes.
His ears perked as Georgia finally named the instrument for Roan. A handpan. He hurriedly scribbled that down in the journal at his paws, writing slanted and swooping and all-together too difficult to read. He felt a question beginning to form on his lips, but Georgia's retort caused his words to fade into a chuckle. Looking up from his notes, he regarded her with a lopsided grin. "There's nothing wrong with being little, Georgia. You'll grow big and strong one day as long as you eat all your vegetables," he offered, tone teasing.
At her next words, he nodded. "True. I do suppose everyone has a cool hobby or ability, hm?" He wondered what his might be. Sure, he knew lots of facts about various creatures, was fond of charting the weather, and liked collecting old maps, but he wasn't sure he possessed anything as well-received as musical talents. "I'd love to hear more of the song sometime if you keep playing," he added, making sure to steer clear of the dad topic. Family conversations weren't his strong suit.
He was still scribbling when he felt Roan push at him gently while he spoke. A crooked smile hung on his face again as he - quite dramatically - swayed heavily in the opposite direction before swaying back to bump into Roan. "Well, you know her now." The words that followed piqued his interest. He parroted, "Someone else who's musically included?" He hummed in thought but only for a second. Tossing his half-lidded gaze to Georgia, he said, "Hey, Georgia, maybe you and Roan should form a band. I could totally be a groupie. I think I have great potential."
When Trygve spoke - Devland hadn't noticed his arrival - the tom turned his head to face him. He thought he could make out the faintest of smirks on the other's features, and Devland simply returned it with an easy smile. "Do you speak from lack of experience?" Though his words could easily be taken - and were absolutely meant to be taken - as a jab at Trygve's possible lack of musical expertise (he didn't exactly know the guy), Devland's tone was innocent and kind. The boy's lips warped into a sheepish grin, and he added, "Hope my words didn't come off as rude. Anyhow, I agree that it's nice to know we have some talented musicians here. Makes things more interesting."
He tried not to notice the way her eyes lingered on his injured shoulder. Instinctively, he angled himself so it was harder to see. It took only a few more seconds to feel Roan's gaze, and he bit back a sigh. Their appraising stares felt too heavy for Devland, and he returned to his notes, head tilted to the right, shielding the wound from their prying eyes.
His ears perked as Georgia finally named the instrument for Roan. A handpan. He hurriedly scribbled that down in the journal at his paws, writing slanted and swooping and all-together too difficult to read. He felt a question beginning to form on his lips, but Georgia's retort caused his words to fade into a chuckle. Looking up from his notes, he regarded her with a lopsided grin. "There's nothing wrong with being little, Georgia. You'll grow big and strong one day as long as you eat all your vegetables," he offered, tone teasing.
At her next words, he nodded. "True. I do suppose everyone has a cool hobby or ability, hm?" He wondered what his might be. Sure, he knew lots of facts about various creatures, was fond of charting the weather, and liked collecting old maps, but he wasn't sure he possessed anything as well-received as musical talents. "I'd love to hear more of the song sometime if you keep playing," he added, making sure to steer clear of the dad topic. Family conversations weren't his strong suit.
He was still scribbling when he felt Roan push at him gently while he spoke. A crooked smile hung on his face again as he - quite dramatically - swayed heavily in the opposite direction before swaying back to bump into Roan. "Well, you know her now." The words that followed piqued his interest. He parroted, "Someone else who's musically included?" He hummed in thought but only for a second. Tossing his half-lidded gaze to Georgia, he said, "Hey, Georgia, maybe you and Roan should form a band. I could totally be a groupie. I think I have great potential."
When Trygve spoke - Devland hadn't noticed his arrival - the tom turned his head to face him. He thought he could make out the faintest of smirks on the other's features, and Devland simply returned it with an easy smile. "Do you speak from lack of experience?" Though his words could easily be taken - and were absolutely meant to be taken - as a jab at Trygve's possible lack of musical expertise (he didn't exactly know the guy), Devland's tone was innocent and kind. The boy's lips warped into a sheepish grin, and he added, "Hope my words didn't come off as rude. Anyhow, I agree that it's nice to know we have some talented musicians here. Makes things more interesting."
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[glow=black,200,600]all of your flaws and all of my flaws[/glow]
devland taji / the typhoon / beta / tags / penned by redamancy
[glow=black,1,100]they lie there hand in hand