[ At one point, given the time, he could have seen himself studying -- mastering, even -- any of the instruments he'd been introduced to just to say that he could, but the guitar was the only one that spoke to him. Besides being partial to its sound, it suited his image. A wandering anti-hero who's been dogged by misfortune should be able to strum some mournful chords.
He'd picked it back up not long after the copy Rezo incident. It had been relaxing, even meditative, to practice. He'd sit under the moonlight playing whatever felt right and his troubles would drift away with the wind.
Despite having been mildly peer-pressured into this little performance, he doesn't mind that he caved. Recreation is a way to recuperate. The patients might even benefit from it. They've got to be starved for mental stimulation.
He eventually catches a glimpse of Rezo in his peripheral vision and fumbles a note in surprise. Gah -- how long has he been there?
If he's choosing not to interrupt, there can't be any harm in playing a bit longer.
Now, all of a sudden, Zel wants to show off a bit. ]
This'll be the last one.
[ Ostensibly, he's talking to the innkeeper.
Zel re-adjusts his hold on the guitar. Since Rezo has woken up anyway, he picks a tune more energetic than what he'd been playing previously.
As the last notes fade out, he looks not to the innkeeper for her reaction, but to Rezo for his. Not that he wants approval, or anything.
He sets the guitar down, and she thanks him for indulging her. When she acknowledges Rezo, Zel has a brief moment of dread, but she still shows no signs of wanting to insert herself into their family drama. She soon excuses herself to resume clearing out the storage, giving Zel the impression that if anything, she wants to be far away from any more big, dramatic, emotional moments.
He can't say he wouldn't do the same, if he were her. ]
...If that woke you, don't blame me. I mentioned offhandedly that I could play, and then the next thing I know she's foisted the guitar onto me.
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He'd picked it back up not long after the copy Rezo incident. It had been relaxing, even meditative, to practice. He'd sit under the moonlight playing whatever felt right and his troubles would drift away with the wind.
Despite having been mildly peer-pressured into this little performance, he doesn't mind that he caved. Recreation is a way to recuperate. The patients might even benefit from it. They've got to be starved for mental stimulation.
He eventually catches a glimpse of Rezo in his peripheral vision and fumbles a note in surprise. Gah -- how long has he been there?
If he's choosing not to interrupt, there can't be any harm in playing a bit longer.
Now, all of a sudden, Zel wants to show off a bit. ]
This'll be the last one.
[ Ostensibly, he's talking to the innkeeper.
Zel re-adjusts his hold on the guitar. Since Rezo has woken up anyway, he picks a tune more energetic than what he'd been playing previously.
As the last notes fade out, he looks not to the innkeeper for her reaction, but to Rezo for his. Not that he wants approval, or anything.
He sets the guitar down, and she thanks him for indulging her. When she acknowledges Rezo, Zel has a brief moment of dread, but she still shows no signs of wanting to insert herself into their family drama. She soon excuses herself to resume clearing out the storage, giving Zel the impression that if anything, she wants to be far away from any more big, dramatic, emotional moments.
He can't say he wouldn't do the same, if he were her. ]
...If that woke you, don't blame me. I mentioned offhandedly that I could play, and then the next thing I know she's foisted the guitar onto me.
[ His hands were tied! ]