[ prp ] let's have some fun ( scorpio & rep )

[Baneful]

Rep raised a brow and narrowed his eyes, but did not voice what he thought about people who did not respect the musical merits of lady gaga nor what it said about the lack of joy in their soul.

"Aye well, it's no for everyone." he said. "What kind of music do you like then?"

 

[its me debz]

"The sounds of cicadas," he said, firm. "Soothing. And rain against the leaves, the wetness inescapable. Dead twigs that go snap beneath your feet. The rumble of an earthquake, splitting the ground until there is just a black yawn between the plates."

He had grown intent, but not somber, joy still in his voice. Scorpio peered up at Rep and grinned. "Nature is best."

Baneful

 

[Baneful]

"Nature is best on my table or wearing it mostly." Rep said, but secretly, in his heart of hearts, he was inclined to agree with the weirdo. He was fond of the outdoors and the sweeping grandness of world around them, it was what made him truly happy. He didn't try to explain though, instead just shook his head.

"I don't have any of that stuff on there though. It's just music. There's no a big hippie audience."

 

[its me debz]

Scorpio laughed, incredibly amused by the sentiment. "Eating nature is fun," he said, thinking of the bugs he ingested, and how they'd run off shortly after escaping his ribcage, "but I do not wear it as much."

He sadly tapped his fingers against the surface of the jukebox, and opted to smash as many buttons as possible, as fast as possible. "What happens if I do this?" he asked, too late.

Baneful

 

[Baneful]

"You should it's really comfortab- HEY DON'T." Rep panicked at the ill treatment of his precious jukebox and shot his hand out to seize the other man's wrist and stop him.

The jukebox itself made a warning beep and started playing Rebecca Black as if in protest.

"..don't touch it please." he said, trying to use said wrist to gently guide the other man away from the expensive technology.

lurks beneath

 

[its me debz]

Scorpio stared at the hand on his wrist, puzzled as to why a sound box would be so important. "Okay," he said, bobbling his head and clutching his own arms eagerly, for the tactile sensation if nothing else, "because you said please and that is very nice."

And respectful.

As red ones should be.

"This new sound is worse," he lamented, and edged back towards the door in a suspicious sort of crab walk.

Baneful

 

[Baneful]

Rep let go of the other man and might have accidentally turned up the music. It seemed to be working as a weirdo deterrant and he wasn't sure that he particularly wanted the other man in his bar when he was so prone to touching things.

"I try to be polite." he said. "And it's very loud isn't it? I can't seem to turn it off, maybe it will stop if you leave?"  

[its me debz]

Like a cat, Scorpio hissed at Rep and the cacophony, hackles raised.

Apparently, all it took to drive a nosy, curious creature from the bar was a good, loud, blaring of Friday.

And oh, how it drove him out.

Baneful