Asuka was definitely not the sort to promote a peaceful, thoughtful atmosphere, was she? At least, that certainly was the impression Jericho got, wincing at her tone. Ill at ease, he dropped his gaze to his hands, the guitar...fat chance of being able to pretend that audience wasn't there, waiting, but it was easier not looking at her expression.
He chewed on the inside of his lip as his fingers flexed free of their vice grip, searching and feeling across the fretboard for the right place to start. What was the right place to start, though?
There were faltering, uncertain notes plucked, the start and stop of scales, of chords he knew that sounded well together before his thoughts led him, somehow, to something of a continuous melody. It was a slow, roundabout journey to something of a song, something suited to the green around them. Plodding, thoughtful, and plucked out with a tentative care, like someone speaking on something at length, nervous and unsteady.
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Asuka was definitely not the sort to promote a peaceful, thoughtful atmosphere, was she? At least, that certainly was the impression Jericho got, wincing at her tone. Ill at ease, he dropped his gaze to his hands, the guitar...fat chance of being able to pretend that audience wasn't there, waiting, but it was easier not looking at her expression.
He chewed on the inside of his lip as his fingers flexed free of their vice grip, searching and feeling across the fretboard for the right place to start. What was the right place to start, though?
There were faltering, uncertain notes plucked, the start and stop of scales, of chords he knew that sounded well together before his thoughts led him, somehow, to something of a continuous melody. It was a slow, roundabout journey to something of a song, something suited to the green around them. Plodding, thoughtful, and plucked out with a tentative care, like someone speaking on something at length, nervous and unsteady.