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My, the back of this fiddle was really interesting! Molly never seen fiddle wood grain so up close before, and was happy to keep looking at it until she heard the snap.

Immediately she turned her attention to Jude who had…uh oh…snapped Jerry’s tambourine. “…Oh dear!” She cried. “Jude, are you alright? You didn’t hurt your hand did you?” She fretted, and was about to move over there until it seemed that he was alright. Oh. Well that was a relief…now it seemed though, that Jerry had a broken tambourine…oh dear. Her attention snapped back to Bix though once he was back on his feet and near her once more.

“Oh, yes, I did!” She nodded her head. “It went really well! Thank you for asking.” Her smile came back, knowing that Jude’s hand wasn’t bleeding or anything, and now that she was conversing with Bix again. “I uh…” She furrowed her brows. “…I think I did? Jerry said something about planning rehearsals…but uh…nothing official has been announced yet!” She snapped her fingers. “There we go, that’s what I wanted to say. Nothing official yet.”

She looked over at Otto. “You think we’re on the team, right?”

Molly's concern reached Jude's consciousness and he kind of tilted toward her smiling as though everything was alright, but it wasn't. Everything was wrong but he wasn't yet at the point where he wanted to leave. Luckily his hands had managed to stay clear of the harsher spikier edges of the broken tambourine and he hadn't cut himself on the little cymbals that surrounded the instrument. "I'm good, Molly. I'm perfect," he said happily and he gave another somewhat strained laugh.

He was having a good time! Fantastic!

See? People laugh when they have a good time. People on TV say so.

"I'll make it up to Boomer about the ... impromptu inventing I just did," he grinned.

{You maybe should go before you hurt your face, Champion.} Yom observed with concern.

{I'm fine. I can do this.} Jude said back a bit tersely.

Shaking his head, Marcus leaned back. "I don't think it's embarrassing. Then again, that picture-" He shuddered. "Yeah kind of.. makes you give up caring in some ways. But hey, you're intermediate. Least I can do it give you my congratulations you know?" Watching others he shrugged. "I came to kill time. I've got portal duty today but not much else."

The conversation kind of changed as suddenly Jude seemed to- break the tambourine. And- Wow. Jude.. cracking? This was new. He watched an let himself raise a brow in slight confusion. "....So."

He kept his voice down. "Pretty sure Bix doesn't swing that way."

Rep disregarded hearing his name passingly mentioned. He couldn't afford self conciousness again, his scalp hurt. He kept his attention instead on Harrison, still scowling dissaprovingly.

Those glasses really did put him in mind of Jerry. He didn't like it. He even made a face as he stated. "I figured as much Jerrison, why would you listen to common sense? You were even playing the guitar. "

"Thanks for the congratulations," Jude had said to Marcus quite simply and then Marcus observed Jude and made a peanut gallery statement and now Jude's hand gripped the edges of the tambourine tighter as the metal and wood bit into his hands his back becoming rigid and his head turned and slowly stared over at Marcus.

Strangle Marcus? Okay! Sure. Let's do that!

Only Jude didn't do that. Couple of droplets of blood fell to his lap, "I don't either, Marcus. I don't get why the you think I do. Maybe you're feeling repressed and projecting it on others?"

Jude's now icy and angry tone suggested that Marcus either focused inward or dropped the whole 'Lols Jude is Gay' thing. He wasn't taking joking about his sexuality very well at the moment.

“I guess we will see then, huh, Otto?” Molly smiled at the enthusiastic teen, and then turned her head back to look at Jude. She gave the Death hunter a rather uh….perplexed look. He was acting funny...well…funnier than usual. Since the young man hadn’t really been himself around Molly all that much, she honestly didn’t know what his ‘normal’ was. “Um…if…you’re certain then…don’t be afraid to come talk if there’s something wrong, alright?”

Then she was bear hugged by Clerise, and she let out a startled yelp before she burst into laughter once she realized who it was. “Hi Miss Clerise! Ah, thank you so much! That’s really kind! Oh…you ate breakfast this morning, right?” She always, always had to ask the red head that now. “Oh, also! I’d love to spar with you sometime, if it’s not too much trouble, that is…”

For a second Marcus wondered if he'd turned into Leon. Jude was pissed and not in a good or joking way. He shook his head. Keeping his voice down he replied. "You got awkward when he arrived. If you do or don't doesn't change anything Jude, I really don't care. I'm just messing with you." A frown and sigh, the moon trainee slumped.
"Sorry, I'll drop it but like-" Eyes flicked down, "Jesus Christ Jude, you're bleeding." There was actual concern is his voice now.

Clerise snickered playfully as Molly yelped, squeezing her shoulder warmly. "I did. I am so sick of honeybuns, though, doll, I tell youuuu. I can't wait till the kitchens are done."

To be honest, half the reason she remembered breakfast these days were because of Molly's reminders, or the echo of them in her head. It was adorable.

"I'm definitely down for a spar! I always have my phone, so, text me whenever, okay?"