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Tambolwiig
hi there :3c
this is what I have so far. it's around 560 words, just wanted to check that you're okay with the plot/characters/etc so far ; w ;
“It’s time,” Noah says.
“Nnngragh,” Alumno replies.
“Don’t give me that,” the older man grumbles, rolling up his sleeves. “This is your last chance,” he warns, crouching.
Alumno reaches out from under the covers and flips him the bird.
Instantly, Noah’s cold hands are on his ankles. Despite Alumno’s best efforts to cling to the headboard, Noah easily wins the fight and Alumno finds himself staring up at the ceiling, half-asleep, half-naked, and full-annoyed. A shirt lands on his face and Noah steps over him delicately. “Get dressed,” his vocals partner says, “we’ve got a long day ahead of us.”
Alumno obliges grumpily. “Explain to me again why we have to spend our day off doing…what are we even doing?”
“We are,” Noah sighs, “going to teach you to play an instrument. Your shirt is on inside out.”
“And why are we doing that? We don’t need new instruments for the band; besides, my voice is my instrument.”
“Because you’re a musician, dude, and I feel like you should be able to at least play a scale properly on something.”
“I can do a scale with my voicebox—“
“Nah, bro,” Noah grabs his friend’s arm and hoists him to his feet, staring him in the eye for a few moments. Deadpan, he adds, “Besides, I refuse to believe that you can suck a** at everything. Let’s go.”
Alumno barely has time to register the half-insult, half-compliment before he’s dragged out the door.
---
Jason raises an eyebrow at the two men at his doorstep. He shuffles his bare feet on the floor and deems this situation worthy of comment: “You what?” he asks.
“We want you to teach Alumno an instrument,” Noah repeats. “You play so many things; just go through them one by one until you find one that he isn’t terrible at. And he’s got a great voice, so maybe he’ll be a natural at something else.”
“I still don’t understand why I need to—“
Noah cuts Alumno off mid-splutter, “I’ll buy you a pizza. A large, extra meat!”
Jason looks from Noah to Alumno, then back. “Make it two,” he finally decides.
“You got it, bud,” Noah exclaims, shoving past him with a reluctant Alumno in tow.
---
“You don’t have to look like you’re dying, you know,” Noah comments, flapping his hand in the air. He’s seated backwards on a chair, leaning over the back, a cigarette dangling from his lips. “I’m trying to do you a favor here. Remember, you once said you’d always wanted to learn the piano.”
“I said no such thing,” Alumno mutters, poking at the keyboard timidly. A beat later, “Probably not, anyway.”
Noah crosses his arms over the back of the chair and lays his head across them, looking up at Alumno contemplatively. “Typical,” he concludes, turning to Jason, who is happily extracting his first slice of pizza, a long cheese trail dangling from the air.
Alumno sighs as Jason silently moves beside him, mouth full of cheese and pepperoni. With a single finger, Jason slowly plinks out a C major scale. Alumno mimics it easily, pecking at the keys with his pointer finger. Meanwhile, Jason inhales the rest of the slice of pizza, then plays out the scale with one hand, fingers crossing over one another smoothly.
Somehow, Alumno manages to get his fingers tangled after the third note.
“Nnngragh,” Alumno replies.
“Don’t give me that,” the older man grumbles, rolling up his sleeves. “This is your last chance,” he warns, crouching.
Alumno reaches out from under the covers and flips him the bird.
Instantly, Noah’s cold hands are on his ankles. Despite Alumno’s best efforts to cling to the headboard, Noah easily wins the fight and Alumno finds himself staring up at the ceiling, half-asleep, half-naked, and full-annoyed. A shirt lands on his face and Noah steps over him delicately. “Get dressed,” his vocals partner says, “we’ve got a long day ahead of us.”
Alumno obliges grumpily. “Explain to me again why we have to spend our day off doing…what are we even doing?”
“We are,” Noah sighs, “going to teach you to play an instrument. Your shirt is on inside out.”
“And why are we doing that? We don’t need new instruments for the band; besides, my voice is my instrument.”
“Because you’re a musician, dude, and I feel like you should be able to at least play a scale properly on something.”
“I can do a scale with my voicebox—“
“Nah, bro,” Noah grabs his friend’s arm and hoists him to his feet, staring him in the eye for a few moments. Deadpan, he adds, “Besides, I refuse to believe that you can suck a** at everything. Let’s go.”
Alumno barely has time to register the half-insult, half-compliment before he’s dragged out the door.
---
Jason raises an eyebrow at the two men at his doorstep. He shuffles his bare feet on the floor and deems this situation worthy of comment: “You what?” he asks.
“We want you to teach Alumno an instrument,” Noah repeats. “You play so many things; just go through them one by one until you find one that he isn’t terrible at. And he’s got a great voice, so maybe he’ll be a natural at something else.”
“I still don’t understand why I need to—“
Noah cuts Alumno off mid-splutter, “I’ll buy you a pizza. A large, extra meat!”
Jason looks from Noah to Alumno, then back. “Make it two,” he finally decides.
“You got it, bud,” Noah exclaims, shoving past him with a reluctant Alumno in tow.
---
“You don’t have to look like you’re dying, you know,” Noah comments, flapping his hand in the air. He’s seated backwards on a chair, leaning over the back, a cigarette dangling from his lips. “I’m trying to do you a favor here. Remember, you once said you’d always wanted to learn the piano.”
“I said no such thing,” Alumno mutters, poking at the keyboard timidly. A beat later, “Probably not, anyway.”
Noah crosses his arms over the back of the chair and lays his head across them, looking up at Alumno contemplatively. “Typical,” he concludes, turning to Jason, who is happily extracting his first slice of pizza, a long cheese trail dangling from the air.
Alumno sighs as Jason silently moves beside him, mouth full of cheese and pepperoni. With a single finger, Jason slowly plinks out a C major scale. Alumno mimics it easily, pecking at the keys with his pointer finger. Meanwhile, Jason inhales the rest of the slice of pizza, then plays out the scale with one hand, fingers crossing over one another smoothly.
Somehow, Alumno manages to get his fingers tangled after the third note.
