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He snorted at that, glancing around for a good spot for them to settle, "Oh, believe me, I know it. But... well. I mean. Once you... you know. Get used to it it's not so bad... some of it is... is pretty nice. But I guess... I guess it's kind of like tickling, you know? Er. In like... it feels good but you're not sure if ah... you want a lot of it? I don't know." He adjusted his glasses, "But... but it is nice. Or can be." Apparently it can also be awful and horrific but... he didn't need to say that to Sasha.

"Me neither, really..." he chuckled quietly, scratching at the back of his shaggy head.

Especially considering tickling brought back memories of a certain somewhat traumatic time in a Haunted House. That had been when he first asked Candace out as well.

Granted, he thought he was going to die of laughter, literally, but that was beside the point.

"No, definitely not unless... you know... you want to. Um. And... and I mean... if... if you um. W-wanted to um. I mean. Maybe when... when the dorms are cleared out and... and we have some privacy if... if you ever wanted to um... experiment..." He cleared his throat, easing himself down with the guitar on his lap, "I... I'd be um. A willing guinnepig for the curious Lifer?" He tried to hide his blush with an encouraging smile.

"I um. I'm sorry about that," He settled down to double checking the tuning on the guitar even though it was plenty alright. "I... I won't do something like that again, I promise." Unless she wanted him to. "Um. Unless... unless you know... you wanted me to."

Right. Right. Music. "Um... you could... could start with something you know and I can see if I know it too? If not I'm sure I could fake it," He offered an encouraging smile.

"Alright, then, challenge accepted!" There was a glint off of his glasses as he struck a chord.

His fingers danced, plucking out a tune of said challenge- not in complexity, but in tone, and the sneaky expression on his face.

Jerry's heart leaped into his throat at the swell of music, his mouth twisting into an even larger smile. He picked up the rhythm, adding in a flare here, a twist and twang of notes there, harmonizing with just as much ease as they pulled the music out of the air, bound it, and made it their's. He didn't know what song they were playing at that point. It didn't matter. It sounded beautiful.

He breathed deeply, fingers slipping from the strings with every strum to add in a tapping beat.

Jerry's eyes were closed as he leaned into each strum, his breathing quick and deep. The melody leaped and danced, the harmony lunging and swirling to catch up in skips and jumps and taps of it's own. They juggled it, letting it create itself, they knew the theories, they knew the patterns, it was a game of combinations, a sweet, tender series of musical caresses suddenly discording into a dip of contrast, only to give one way or the other for musical control.

His heart was beating quickly, almost leaping out his throat in time to their music. His expression soft, relaxed, smiling, and flushed as though it had been them that had been dancing physically.