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...Um... Asch? Girl Asch, the one who sings to me...

Can I talk to you?

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[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*grins* Meet you there.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Okay. [runs to go get the puppy and his things]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*cleans up and goes to her room*

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[comes in after a few minutes carrying some blankets and a change of clothes]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*trying to set up a small bed*

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Do you need help?

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Grab that corner and haul it up.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Alright... [sets his things down and does so]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*gets everything in place* There.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...This is going to be fun.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Yep.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

You'll sing to me, right? Later, to help me go to sleep?

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Thanks.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*grins, hugging him*

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[hugs back]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

So. What do you want to do now?

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Um...

...I don't know.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

... *sits at her keyboard, starting to warm up* Take your time.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

...Can you show me how to use that?

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Sure! Come on over.

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

Okay! [does so]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

*shows him basics of finger placement, chords, and scales*

[unspokengrief.livejournal.com]

[watches intently as she does, doing his best to remember as much as he can]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Give it a whirl.