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 Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 7:48 pm
He rubbed his forehead when the song finished and groaned. "Not fair. I can't be a good boilfriend and still tell you how hard I kicked your butt." He stretched his arms out to his sides, working the last of the tendons high in shoulder, before returning to position and grinning stupidly at her. She'd opened up the challenge. "Crushin' Dance," he called out with a delighted (manly delighted) laugh.
He waited only long enough for her to get oriented before he started the song. He supposed this song was just as difficult for him, but he'd overlooked it knowing it was far more difficult for the guitarists. He needed to be a support more than he needed to be a drum god. But, in this case, he needed to crush Danny. Whoo!
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 7:54 pm
Danny's laughter was cut short by Rikki's song suggestion. Her face immediately fell and she whined a, "Craaaaap. Fine!" accepting his challenge. She sat all the way up and really focused on the strings.
They had to stop and rewind a few times because Danny kept tripping over her fingers, and Rikki wasn't exactly the drum god he thought he was. Overall, they tripped through the song, and ended up with something slightly acceptable.
When all was said and done, Danny flopped back down on her pillow stack, setting the guitar down in the same movement. She was a tad out of breath from the effort it had taken, but it had been fun. There was a big smile on her face. She threw both arms over her eyes as she giggled from the fun of it all.
After a moment or two, without removing her arms, she said, "Alright what's next!" It had been a good hour or so, and she was feeling thoroughly exhausted. They definitely needed the practice though, so she was willing to do whatever songs needed work next.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 8:01 pm
If Danny was a little out of breath, Rikki felt like he'd jogged a mile. Or maybe power-walked. His breathing was labored and he was feeling his muscled warm in the usual slow burn. It was a good, healthy burn. "That was... yeah," he murmured, not entirely pleased with it even though they'd managed to make it through.
"Lets do March," he suggested, pushing his hair back. Unlike it's usual drift back to his eyed, the long fringe that made up his stayed mostly where he'd pushed them, stuck there by his light perspiration. It served to show his face more, but the reasoning was probably pretty gross.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 8:06 pm
"But we already diiiiid that one," she whined. Even as she spoke, she was more focused on Rikki's little hair flip than his actual words. He had such pretty hair. All hers...
They really needed to practice though. "Augh fineee," she said. She picked up her guitar, which seemed to weigh a million pounds at the moment, and started picking out the beginning, making sure she wasn't confusing it with another song. Nope, still good.
By the time she got to the second verse, she was bored already. She found herself staring at Rikki playing the drums with so much effort. He really was putting his all into this play. She was a tad ... proud? for him. Danny was suddenly glad she didn't have to play them. Midway through the song, she stopped playing and said, "Hey Rikki, is it hard to play those?"
Yes, she was distracted that fast.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 8:23 am
He shook his head at her whining. "I know we did, but you were a bit... distracting," he grumbled, looking pointedly at her legs. "I need to practice and get it down."
He did pretty well for the first half of the song, only fumbling over one beat, but he'd recovered quickly. But, it was only the first half, because Danny stopped playing abruptly. He grabbed a cymbal that was still crashing to stop the sound and hear her question. She wanted to know how hard they were to play? There was only one way to prove that.
"Try it," he challenged, holding out his sticks to her.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 3:56 pm
Danny's eyes lit up when he said she could play his drums. Roch never let her play his guitar. He always got this weird look on his face like something really awkward had happened, and snatched the guitar right back out of her hands. Maybe he was just possessive. It wasn't like she was stroking him or anything.
As she jumped off the couch, she realized a second dilemma. Rikki didn't really have a second chair. Where was she going to sit? Normally she would've just hopped right on. Now it felt a bit ... odd? to do that. She felt her face get a little hotter, but hoped he wouldn't notice her quick blush.
"Well? ... Move!" she said, lightly pushing his shoulder, and taking the sticks out of his hands.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 6:17 pm
Did he notice her blush? No. But did he have other ideas? absolutely.
"No." He tugged her into his lap, shifting her until she was sitting centered on his lap and in front of the drums. "Try to play this," he whispered in her ear, nibbling the curve of it lightly before reaching around her to tap a simple beat that most drummers strove to learn first. Then his hands retreated to rest on her hips.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 6:37 pm
Danny could've let out a sigh of relief if she wasn't so flustered. She was glad that being Rikki's "ghoulfriend" didn't hinder her from being herself. That, and getting to sit on his lap while he was shirtless and whispering things into her ear? What ghoul wouldn't like that? Her decisions had made her happy, to say the least.
She wiggled even in his lap (after all, balancing on a stool wasn't easy), and listened to his simple drum beat. It just went rum-pum-dum-da-dum. Not hard at all.
Danny grabbed the sticks out of her hand and began whacking in a totally nonsensical way. She was not a drum goddess to Rikki's drum god.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 7:29 pm
He laughed out loud (lol) and reached around to grab her wrists, stopping her random beating on his instrument. "Whoa now. Not like that. It's just like guitar, you have to think about the beat." He gently began to move her arms via her wrists, tapping out the beat softly even as he breathed aloud, "Rum-pum-dum-da-dum, rum-pum-dum-da-dum..."
He added a crash of a cymbal and a roll of a snare, but only got that far before letting go and letting her have her way with the drums. They were replaceable, so it really didn't matter what she managed to do to them. Though he probably wouldn't be able to replace anything without going home.
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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 7:59 pm
Danny looked surprised when Rikki reached up and grabbed her wrists. That wasn't something she had been expecting. As he played the beats with her softly, Danny found herself smiling. This was fun! Maybe she should take up drums too... Then again, maybe it was just because he was playing it with her.
Danny, once again, stopped abruptly and looked a Rikki. "Oh!" she squeaked, "I should teach you stuff too!" Much to his despair, Danny popped up off his lap without even a second thought, scooting back around the drums and onto his couch with a flop. She resumed laying down and motioned him to the long couch.
"I'll teach you um. Oh I'll teach you ... umm..." She had not thought this s**t through.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 5:52 pm
Rikki followed her to the couch, leaning over the back so he could watch her as she plucked at her guitar. "You wouldn't be able to teach me anything. I'm lousy on strings. I've tried." In fact, he'd tried pretty damn hard. Drums and Guitar were just on two different planets and the boil's mind wasn't going to let him make the leap. That was fine though; one instrument was more than enough.
"How old were you when you started playing?" It was a question he'd never thought to ask before, but now he was interested in everything. Perhaps she had pictures of her as a kid, little guitar in hand...
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 6:06 pm
Danny looked up at the boil, who was now leaning over her shoulder, fingers not leaving the guitar strings. She could pluck them playfully as she looked away even. She wasn't really playing anything in particular, just strumming from muscle memory.
Looking back down at her guitar, her eyebrows furrowed. "I... don't really remember when." She so remembered when. She remembered the day quite clearly. She was apparently very keen on not admitting it to Rikki.
She set down the guitar so as to elaborate more with her hands. She had a habit of talking with her hands after all. "Well when I was ... little, Oersted got a piano for his birthday. He was like ... thirteen I think." Her eyes grew a little darker recalling the next part. "H-He could play really well from the beginning. So I asked for a guitar, and my deadie bought it." Yeah, Danny was the jealous little brat.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 8:56 pm
"Little short...er Danny?" He laughed at the image. "Though I can't picture Oersted as a kid. Has he ever not been a jerk?" He considered that question and decided, no, probably not. Oersted leaked jerk-juices everywhere like a snail left a slime trail.
He swayed a little as h considered what she said and then grinned. "Was it a ghouly guitar? Like the ones parents buy scarelings because they don't think they'll really stick to it?" His parents would have done something like that, had Rikki not obtained his own drums. They would have set up tin pans or something for him to beat on.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 9:09 pm
Danny looked up and pouted at the boil. "I wasn't short! Well I mean I guess I was cause it was me when I was little but ..." She bit her lip. Did she just bite off more than she could chew? Yes. Yes he could.
She sighed and reached up to put a hand on Rikki's cheek calmly. "He's always been Oersted. That's all." It was a very solemn, but truthful comment. Danny hadn't thought of her brother as a jerk ... he was just Oersted. That was all. She'd never really thought about it.
Patting the seat next to her, she hoped Rikki would join her. Staring up at him made her neck hurt. "No, they bought a 2000 seed guitar. I broke it really fast. They bought a cheaper one after that," she said quite plainly. This was old news. It wasn't exactly unheard for Danny to break things. See: floresctival.
"Whatta bout you? You hafta tell me about your drums now. You owe me!" she giggled.
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 9:56 pm
He sputtered. "Two-thousand seeds?" His parents would spend that on him if it got him out of the house, let alone on an instrument. They might even scoff heartily at the idea (Scoff, because a laugh was far to energetic). He suddenly had a new appreciation for Danny's family.
"Uh. Well, normal things weren't annoying my parents anymore and they were ignoring me again. I found a skeleton selling an old, beaten up set on the street and worked to get them. He had me run stupid errands that were probably illegal," he snorted. "But I got them. They were shitty and beat up and missing parts, but they were my drums. And then I got sick of them and worked a part time job until I bought this set," he finished, tapping the black drums lightly with his foot. "They were simpler then, but I add on when I can."
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