Jericho's eyebrows lifted at that, not really expecting such a blunt analysis. You just don't want to.
That...well. His legs fidgeted a little beneath the guitar, his fingers letting go of the neck to hover aimlessly for a beat, then scratch at his cheek, becoming more and more self-conscious. From the instrument to Asuka, his eyes fell and rose, giving all the more emphasis to his hesitation. It was half in pondering the question and...well, half wondering how to reply. Shrugging wasn't much of a response, after all, and he didn't even think to try sign. Writing in the dirt would've gotten him scoffed at, wouldn't it?
Where is that notebook...
Jericho patted the ground blindly to seek it out, glancing over his shoulder to spot it at last and pick it up, gnawing on the cap of the pen as he wrote. It stayed in his mouth, making his dubious look more of a grimace as he handed the book over to be read.
I don't really play in front of people a lot...I'm not sure what sounds good or not
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That...well. His legs fidgeted a little beneath the guitar, his fingers letting go of the neck to hover aimlessly for a beat, then scratch at his cheek, becoming more and more self-conscious. From the instrument to Asuka, his eyes fell and rose, giving all the more emphasis to his hesitation. It was half in pondering the question and...well, half wondering how to reply. Shrugging wasn't much of a response, after all, and he didn't even think to try sign. Writing in the dirt would've gotten him scoffed at, wouldn't it?
Where is that notebook...
Jericho patted the ground blindly to seek it out, glancing over his shoulder to spot it at last and pick it up, gnawing on the cap of the pen as he wrote. It stayed in his mouth, making his dubious look more of a grimace as he handed the book over to be read.
I don't really play in front of people a lot...I'm not sure what sounds good or not