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 Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 9:05 am
mockingbird Fortunately for Jack, she was done in about one more song. The last one was a rock ballad, for all the sentimental folk at home. The music went silent and fell second to the slow drip of the faucethead. Except moments later it came back on, quieter this time because now she was just playing it and singing while she did her makeup. Had this been her own home or someone she was closer to she would have emerged blank face, but Jack hadn't yet earned that insecure vulnerability. The song she sang now was something more quiet and emotional. Even Chel had the random outlier on her playlist.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 10:18 am
mockingbird
The strumming stopped. Barbara was put away. It was peaceable once more to stare at his work for a solid ten seconds before considering the Cracked article again. Just until Chel went away, of course.
"Didn't know you could sing," he called out when he thought the song was over. (It was soft, too hard to tell.) Jack turned a page in his binder in a semblance of productivity.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 10:35 am
mockingbird
In the same moment, Chel emerged from the bathroom every bit herself, maybe a bit nicer smelling, maybe a bit less disheveled.
"What? Naw that's nothin'. Just shower singin', no thang," she responded, busy putting her hair into a bun so the wet hair was out of his face. "Glad y'enjoyed the show though."
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 8:28 pm
mockingbird
For lack of a better response, he merely scoffed.
"Ask permission next time," Jack said. "I'm not the gym, you can't just walk in and take a shower. In fact, why do you keep coming over when you can do that s**t at Chris'?"
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2016 11:21 pm
mockingbird "At least I gave you warnin' this time," she responded with a lopsided grin. More than most got. Rather than answer her question about Chris (she didn't want to explain Chris wasn't home, she hopped from house to house, a shower was a shower no matter what house it was in-) she avoided and dodged. "Was you playin' guitar out here 'cause I think I heard you playin' guitar."
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 7:09 am
mockingbird
"You heard Barbara, yeah."
Incoming commentary in three, two...
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 8:24 am
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 9:54 pm
mockingbird
"Barbara," he echoed, jabbing a thumb at the guitar case against the wall to his right. "The guitar."
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 10:15 pm
mockingbird
"Awwww," Chel cooed, "You gave her a name?" That was adorable kingdergarten level stuff. Like naming your stuffed animals cute.
She took a few steps towards it, intent on investigating.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 10:33 pm
mockingbird
"Y...es." Jack frowned slightly, trying to discern if her tone was mocking or not. "Some people name their cars. I named my guitar. It's a thing."
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 10:35 pm
mockingbird
"S'cute," she told him. "Why Barbara?"
Her hands were already on the frets and she didn't show any sign of stopping.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 10:40 pm
mockingbird
"Because she looks like a Barbara--hey." The lack of insults had thrown him a little off balance, but then he was reaching for the guitar as well with a lanky arm and a scowl. "Don't touch her. ******** sake, Chel, boundaries."
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2016 10:45 pm
mockingbird
Her hands left the guitar and she was stopped for a moment by the quickness of his actions. It left her somewhat wide-eyed and ready to duck.
"Sorry. Sorry. I didn't know." She backed away a few paces from the situation.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 6:29 pm
mockingbird
"Because you don't ******** ask," he snapped, silencing the vibrating strings with his other hand. If her posture meant anything to him, it didn't show. Jack grew antsy when people just put their hands on his things without a care.
Muttering an additional comment under his breath that wasn't in English, he set his things aside to go put Barbara up.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2016 6:43 pm
mockingbird
Chel was now in the uncomfortable position of being scolded and her general defense mechanism was to mutter, "You don't have to be a d**k about it," under her own breath.
But his damage would done. "Anyways," she said, backing away further. "M'gonna bounce."
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