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here we go again.
[ the span of time from their heated phone call to the weekend seemed to drag on. days felt like they doubled, despite it being beneficial to the amount of work crow got done. of course, there had been delays--brief bouts of distraction, thinking about what they had said to each other the other day. the hedgehog felt his face was a permanent shade of pink, which he would quickly deter any questions brought up about it by saying he'd been giving himself a few good crimson slaps to keep focus.
so, this weekend. this was the one. they'd spend it together--crow somehow getting at least a day to himself. to dive into work. heh, sure if that's what you wanted to call it. but really--like a good little boy, red tomahawk was strapped to his back, thumbs hooked under the stap that hugged his chest. crow could never leave his precious gutair anywhere too far and really, you never knew when inspiration would come.
he had felt quite.. inspired, lately (half a song written already, in fact).
a taxi ride to the same place crow had met shuuzo before cost him nearly all the allowance he was allowed that previous week from maple. they didn't make much money, but when they did, most of his went to guitar parts, amps, ramen..
pulling out his phone, he dragged his thumb across the screen until shuuzo's number came up. tapping it, crow brought the phone to his ear and waited for the other to (hopefully answer). yadda yadda. shuuzo pick your fuckboy up so he isn't stranded in some dirty ass empty warehouse sketch bullshit for long. ] i'm here, where are you?
so, this weekend. this was the one. they'd spend it together--crow somehow getting at least a day to himself. to dive into work. heh, sure if that's what you wanted to call it. but really--like a good little boy, red tomahawk was strapped to his back, thumbs hooked under the stap that hugged his chest. crow could never leave his precious gutair anywhere too far and really, you never knew when inspiration would come.
he had felt quite.. inspired, lately (half a song written already, in fact).
a taxi ride to the same place crow had met shuuzo before cost him nearly all the allowance he was allowed that previous week from maple. they didn't make much money, but when they did, most of his went to guitar parts, amps, ramen..
pulling out his phone, he dragged his thumb across the screen until shuuzo's number came up. tapping it, crow brought the phone to his ear and waited for the other to (hopefully answer). yadda yadda. shuuzo pick your fuckboy up so he isn't stranded in some dirty ass empty warehouse sketch bullshit for long. ] i'm here, where are you?