"If it counts for anything, I think you're born to play. The way you do it is quite a feat. I can see your passion when you play, it makes you entirely--" The word escaped him. He debated it for a while, trying to think of the right word that fit Nicolas. "--Effulgent." Well, it wasn't a good word but it was a word that he felt fit. He looked at the cigarette in his hand and awkwardly dropped watched it, unsure how to put it down given it was still alight and a potential fire hazard. He really should have never of smoked inside.
"They're okay, I quite like them now I'm not choking, they're not so bad. Though mother should likely kill me if she smells smoke on my clothes," He smiled awkwardly, attempting to be as friendly as he could be. The plectrum was taken and he frowned at it, looking at it like it was the oddest thing. A gift? For him? How Marvellous! "It's wonderful, how very useful. I haven't played my guitar is a very long time, perhaps this will inspire me to reignite my more musical side." Nothing special was an understatement, it was the first token of anything he'd ever had from anyone who wasn't his mother. "If it's a piece of your soul then I'm honour bound to cherish it, much as I would if it was a gift."
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Date: 2015-10-02 11:45 pm (UTC)"They're okay, I quite like them now I'm not choking, they're not so bad. Though mother should likely kill me if she smells smoke on my clothes," He smiled awkwardly, attempting to be as friendly as he could be. The plectrum was taken and he frowned at it, looking at it like it was the oddest thing. A gift? For him? How Marvellous! "It's wonderful, how very useful. I haven't played my guitar is a very long time, perhaps this will inspire me to reignite my more musical side." Nothing special was an understatement, it was the first token of anything he'd ever had from anyone who wasn't his mother. "If it's a piece of your soul then I'm honour bound to cherish it, much as I would if it was a gift."