( The question is unexpected, and there's an equally unexpected little thrum up under Peter's sternum, something that feels like a perk of his own spirit. The familiarity of the question is like some bridge that connects the gap, some small little thing that makes all of this, or at least the person he's currently sitting across from, feel a little less unknown.
Peter smiles, and it appears before he could think to subdue it, a genuine thing. )
Six, but I'd like to try twelve some time. Get that really smooth sound. Haven't found any music shops around here, but maybe someone'll open something.
( More and more people are doing it, starting up little businesses, selling things. He's still smiling, though it flickers just a tad at that brief thing that crosses the other man's features. Maybe something... upset? But the smile is right back there in place, and Peter's good at pretending he didn't notice a thing, letting his eyes drop from the face of the man and to the screen of his Omni.
The interest he wears is authentic, Peter's focus fixed on the demonstration, falling hushed. It is very different from the guitar, and it's so compelling to watch and to hear, the way the plucked notes resonate and flow, delicate. He thinks of Luna, that she would like it. )
Man..... that's really dope. ( Which is genuinely high praise from a Gen Z-er...... But quickly, to clarify that "dope" is representative of a good thing — ) It's really beautiful... Do you play it for people? Or is it more of a private thing? I uh, mostly play in my room. Stage fright. ( He gives a dumb, self-deprecatory grin. )
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Peter smiles, and it appears before he could think to subdue it, a genuine thing. )
Six, but I'd like to try twelve some time. Get that really smooth sound. Haven't found any music shops around here, but maybe someone'll open something.
( More and more people are doing it, starting up little businesses, selling things. He's still smiling, though it flickers just a tad at that brief thing that crosses the other man's features. Maybe something... upset? But the smile is right back there in place, and Peter's good at pretending he didn't notice a thing, letting his eyes drop from the face of the man and to the screen of his Omni.
The interest he wears is authentic, Peter's focus fixed on the demonstration, falling hushed. It is very different from the guitar, and it's so compelling to watch and to hear, the way the plucked notes resonate and flow, delicate. He thinks of Luna, that she would like it. )
Man..... that's really dope. ( Which is genuinely high praise from a Gen Z-er...... But quickly, to clarify that "dope" is representative of a good thing — ) It's really beautiful... Do you play it for people? Or is it more of a private thing? I uh, mostly play in my room. Stage fright. ( He gives a dumb, self-deprecatory grin. )