（ well, rhys'. NO BULLY!!! he gives the little paper a nod, and then takes a sip of his beer, before easing it back to the table and withdrawing his hand to continue crunching obnoxiously on whatever poor vegetable has now fallen victim to his fork. have at thee, carrot slice. ）
Dude. So many. Anything with strings is choice, personally. I've been leaning guitar for the past few decades, but before that it was... ehh, did some shit with a banjo down in New Orleans. （ he doesn't say it the way hollywood does, that drawling nawlins that's seemed to proliferate falsely through common perception. instead, it's said more like a native borne to creole, new or-lens. ） The only thing on Earth I've outright said a big ol' fuck you to is the goddamn sax, because it's a woodwind instrument lying about being brass, and I'm just like — pick a fucking lane already, you lying hunk of sheet metal.
（ he has so many feelings about this, actually??? like... a worrying amount of feelings. ）
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（ well, rhys'. NO BULLY!!! he gives the little paper a nod, and then takes a sip of his beer, before easing it back to the table and withdrawing his hand to continue crunching obnoxiously on whatever poor vegetable has now fallen victim to his fork. have at thee, carrot slice. ）
Dude. So many. Anything with strings is choice, personally. I've been leaning guitar for the past few decades, but before that it was... ehh, did some shit with a banjo down in New Orleans. （ he doesn't say it the way hollywood does, that drawling nawlins that's seemed to proliferate falsely through common perception. instead, it's said more like a native borne to creole, new or-lens. ） The only thing on Earth I've outright said a big ol' fuck you to is the goddamn sax, because it's a woodwind instrument lying about being brass, and I'm just like — pick a fucking lane already, you lying hunk of sheet metal.
（ he has so many feelings about this, actually??? like... a worrying amount of feelings. ）