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 Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 8:46 pm
Roch groaned as the can veered its course with the pellet, watching with a hint of depression as it fell to the ground a bit further off. "Okay, okay," he said. "I'll do it." He dug out his phone, hitting Xiu's phone number and putting it on speaker. "Hey, Xiu? Hi." Xiu "...R-roch? Um...hi! What's up?" "Well, me and Mot are doing some training, and one thing led to another, and now I gotta sing you a song. Jack I hope you're alone right now." Xiu "I...w-wait, what? Sing me a song? R-roch, you're not really going to..." Roch held out the phone to Mot. "Hold this, would you?" he said, ignoring Xiu's protest as he situated his guitar.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 8:54 pm
Xiu?
...Xiu?
HE HAD A CRUSH ON XIU?!
Mot's grin was as wide and devilish as a Cheshire cat. He readily took the phone from Roch, holding it up so she could hear it all. "What will you play for the little lady, Roch?" Mot asked loud and clear.
It felt better knowing Roch had to go through this too.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 8:59 pm
"You know Just Breathe? Sing back up if you do, alright?" Roch asked, his fingers on the strings. He didn't wait for an answer before he started the lead in to the song. He started singing the words he had listened to over and over again, not that--no, he was pretty embarrassed, but hell, Mot had done it too! Yes I understand that every life must end, aw huh...
As we sit alone, I know someday we must go, aw huh...
I'm a lucky man to count on both hands
The ones I love...
Some folks just have one
Others they got none, aw huh...
Stay with me
Let's just breathe
Practiced are my sins
Never gonna let me win, aw huh...
Under everything, just another reaper being, aw huh...
Yea, I don't wanna hurt, there's so much in this world
To make me bleed
Stay with me
You're all I see
Did I say that I need you?
Did I say that I want you?
Oh, if I didn't I'm a fool you see
No one knows this more than me
As I come clean
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 9:08 pm
"You got it, partner." Mot smirked, still holding up the phone. Mot wasn't the main event, so singing backups would be easier on his poor heart this time around, he figured.
As the song went along, Mot sang the occasional back up vocals to go along with it. Truly it brought something more to the overall mood of the lyrics.
"Did I say that I need you?
Did I say that I want you?
Oh, if I didn't I'm a fool you see
No one knows this more than me"
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 10:27 pm
Quote: "...
T...that was...v-very, um, nice, you two! Though, I uh...if you had let me finish before, I...I would have told you that I'm not alone right now. Lizzy is here." "... And the phone was mysteriously set to loudspeaker~ Awww, didn't know Mot could sing so well! I'm so proud! And what a romantic choice of song, Roch." "L-lizzy! I-I mean, y-yes, Mot and Roch are...they're both very good singers! But a-anyways...we should be getting back to our work..." "We should! Well, the two of you have fun! See you Mot, Roch!" Mot held the phone out for Roch, his once flushed skin gone even paler than was natural. "I'm done." No more humiliation for Mot. He was done for the day.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 5:22 am
"Are you kidding me, we haven't bet over who's going to sing over the JACKIN ICKYCOM," Roch moaned, falling onto his back and staring up at the sky, feeling like a complete moron.
"Jack, if that gets out--I'm NEVER going to live it down. Every time I turn around someone's gonna be singing that jackin' line-- Did I say that I want you," he complained as he rolled over, crawled to the ice chest, and pulled out a can of pop. "I'm gonna get drunk now."
Off of pop. Smaaaart boil.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 2:04 pm
Roch was joking right? Ickycom? No way Mot would do that. there wasn't a bet worthy of it.
The cowboil sulked toward the ice chest as well, flopping down on the ground next to Roch. "Me too. Time to drink away our sorrows." The reaper cracked open another can, holding it toward Roch for a toast. "To bad decisions!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 2:05 pm
Roch clanked cans with the cowboil, snorting and drinking his pop. But... all in all...
"We gotta do this more often," he said. "Definitely."
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