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[anewlanguage]

[Cain is aware what day it is and, as you probably guessed, he's drunk. Plastered. In the garden, twirling a ripped-off stick deftly between his fingers. He only slips at the end when he's meant to catch it.

He sings, too, as he's wont to do.]

...but I've still got my health, so what do I care?
My best friend, alas, is a glass solitaire,
but I still got my health, so what do I care?

By fashion and foppery, I'm never discussed.
Attending the opry, my box would be a bust....


[ooc: feel free to catch him in the gardens, the halls, wherever. I'm not bothering with much continuity, it's a free for all.]

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[burnmythoughts]

[The stick trick is sort of mesmerising, or at least that's the excuse Jean's using. She's staring from the bushes, only slightly obscured by the leaves.

She knows who he is. She knows he did something horrible to Cass. She'd promised never to hurt him, to protect him if she had the chance, but that didn't mean she liked it.

But her heart aches for him now all the same. She can hear the grief in his voice. If he's truly sorry, then - that means something, doesn't it?

She doesn't know, so she stares.]

[anewlanguage]

[He's seen her briefly, here and there, but never said a word. He's not sure it's right for him to break the silence now either, but he's speaking before he can consciously decide.]

It's a damn shame the only people around here who play music play rock that comes with a mullet and mudflaps.

[burnmythoughts]

[She feels like she shouldn't smile, but her lips quirk all the same.]

Maybe you should educate them. [Except she knows what his idea of education apparently is, and she can't stop the brief grimace.]

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Hah! yeah, we need a chorus of folk songs. [Yeah he can guess what she's thinking of. He's just going to step as far around that stumbling block as he can.]

Truth is, the kids on board probably don't even know the same songs I do.

[burnmythoughts]

[She's glad he doesn't acknowledge it. That's not why she's here.]

Well, part of being here is expanding our horizons.

[anewlanguage]

You know any good ones?