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Jove turned, swaying on his feet ever so slightly as Roch approached. Maybe the reaper was here for a battle? Reapers were similiar to Hunters, in a way, and the little pup's right ear twitched upwards instead of the usual tail wag. His fluffy tail hung limp, like it was too much effort carrying all that fluff.

After the latest incident with the Hunters and the following dissipation, Jove had been in rough state. Perhaps because he had been so banged up beforehand, or maybe because he was low on FEAR from his lack of sleep, but he had reappeared in the nurse's office and promptly dragged himself out as soon as he could. And from that point onwards he had resumed his efforts to better himself in battle. Well, he had meant to, but today was the first day he could get himself this far out of bed.

The pup had even been too single-minded to hide his appearance, with his left face entirely black and blue, and his left ear limp and ruined. He was even favouring his arm in a huge way, as though it hurt to move, or his ribs were too sore to allow it. He looked as though he needed to be fast asleep and resting somewhere, but instead he was outside the gym. And letting out a little growl, the pitch rising towards the end, as though trying to coerce Roch into fighting with him again.

It looked like Roch understood the pup more than he was giving himself credit for, he had used the right tactic to disarm Jove's indignant defences right from the start.

The wisp's good ear fell in disappointment, and he swayed backwards to lean heavily against the wall. He had been hoping for a fight, to get back into the swing of things as quickly as possible, but if Roch had gotten a part in the musical... Jove had never seen a musical, and only vaguely knew what it might involve, but it seemed important. And he knew Roch took his music seriously!

Jove slowly nodded, not at all suspecting he was being led along.

Jove was inwardly relieved to have an excuse to sit down. Rest and relaxation was out of the question, but he couldn't object if he was sitting down only to listen to Roch practice! And besides, Roch might be willing to have a rematch after he had played through everything.

The little pup followed his friend towards the desired location, limping quite badly until he flopped down onto his knees. He was too run down to even react to Roch's guitar suddenly appearing out of nowhere, the movement was too sudden, too subtle, and his reaction time was too slow to realize what Roch was doing until the guitar was already out and ready for playing.

The little pup's tail curled around his legs, and his head slowly tilted to one side as he listened to the music. The soft, fluffy bangs slid across his forehead to reveal the unpleasant bruises that marred Jove's freckled cheek and delicate jawline, but only for a second before he yawned and rubbed his eyes.

If there was one thing he could say, it was that the young reaper's music was like the sort he knew from his caretaker's home only in spirit. The timbre and tempo was different, more... Halloween. Perhaps his caretaker hadn't been bluffing when he said some of his music was from the human world.

Jove slid to one side, off his knees, and rested one shoulder against the tree Roch was leaning on.