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[hallowing]

important q


if u were a dnd character


what class would u be



if u dont know wat dnd is (wow sorry for ur life) a class will be assigned for u randomly. no i dont make the rules.

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[hallowing]

yea. different types of soul. the one on the stage just resonates w/me more.

sorry to hear abt the war. that's rough to grow up in.

where was home 4 u? i lived in toronto in canada.

[magija]

Different types of soul. I think that's beautiful.

I was born and raised in Sokovia until a few years ago. It's a very small country in Eastern Europe. I eventually moved to New York. The northern part, not the city. But then I started to travel for a while. [ life on the run. ] Never had the chance to go to Canada though.

[hallowing]

（ he's never heard of sokovia, but that... doesn't mean all that much. he's not exactly a geographer, and he hasn't spent much time in that area anyhow. ）

canada's a beautiful place. if u get the chance i say go for it. if u like naturey shit i have some recs.

if u like city shit then toronto and vancouver are p. good places to go.

[magija]

I've had more free time lately. Maybe I'll visit.

[ though she's mostly been wanting and needing to keep a low profile, considering just about everyone considers her to be a danger. cottage life in the middle of nowhere isn't too bad, though. ]

I think I'd go for the "naturey shit". I like the quiet.

[hallowing]

in that case, go as far north as ur cold tolerance allows.

lotta wild country yet.

[magija]

Sokovia could get very frigid. I think I could handle it.

And what kind of lifestyle do you prefer? The city life, I bet.

[hallowing]

i do seem the sort, don't i???

（ he goes where the people are. but, truthfully, he loves the wilderness too. different kinds of soul. the heart wants what the heart wants, and sometimes it craves loneliness in a way that's bone deep. ）

do love that hustle tho. u aint wrong, red.

[magija]

You just seem like the type who enjoys a lot of the attention.

[hallowing]

i DO love attension.

it's why im a musician.

and super obnoxious

and why i pull on the pigtails of pretty ladies

[magija]

I'll make sure to keep my hair out of pigtails then.

What kind of a musician are you?

[hallowing]

duly noted

idk if i'd give myself a label. i play a lot of things. like a lot of music. it's been a lifelong thing for me.

[magija]

So is that your actual passion then? Making music?

I wouldn't call myself a musician. Far from it. But I can at least say I do know how to play a bit of guitar.

[hallowing]

my passion's people.

music is a medium i use to reach them, i guess.

（ plus, music has always stuck in his head better than anything. names and faces fade away. for some reason, music remains. ）

[magija]

[ a medium used to reach them. she wonders about that, how her abilities can reach into a person's soul — see their dreams, their memories, their nightmares, everything they are — and yet, she's always felt herself completely disconnected from everyone else. no matter how much she could see, it's not as if many people have ever been able to hear her.

the thought sticks with her. ]

If I asked, would you play some of your music for me?

[hallowing]

of course 😉

what're u in the mood for sweetheart

[magija]

[ she thinks about it. it's not like she has a genre in mind. ]

Something hopeful.

[hallowing]

（ so, he obligingly swaps to video and she gets a Properly Stunning^TM acoustic rendition of: sunrise by duran duran. it's clear his guitar playing is better than his singing — every motion is practiced and smooth as if he's done this a thousand times, he doesn't have to look at his hands for any of the peskier chords, and there's not a sour note among them.

— his voice isn't bad, per se, it's just clearly not his forte. no american idol in his future. but for the most part, no one would chase him off a stage.

the final riff gets a bit of playful improv, and then he takes a (very exaggerated) bow, guitar in hand before he winks broadly at her and turns the video off. ）

i take cash, visa, and american express.

[magija]

[ she wonders if he's the type to spend his time boasting only to perform below par, but when he starts to play, she's genuinely surprised to hear how natural his fingers move along the strings. she could perform a few songs, but the uncertainty is always easy to catch in her chords, nothing like the seamless motions of his performance. even his voice, for all that it might not be perfect, ties well with the intentions of his playing.

it's nice.

too bad her own face, hence her smile, is hidden from view. ]

That was lovely. Thank you.

This little space trip has me a bit dry on funds, though. But I could pay you with something else.

Nothing like that.

[ before he gets ideas. ]

[hallowing]

a little birdie mentioned smth abt chicken paprikash

[magija]

You want me to cook for you?

[ she can actually do that. a fair price. ]

Can you handle spicy?

[hallowing]

girl im azn i KNOW u didn't just ask me that in earnest

[magija]

I'm not going to make assumptions.

[hallowing]

if it doesn't try to melt my face off i want no part of it!!

[magija]

So you're saying I should double the spice.

[hallowing]

absolutely

but a word to the wise

if it makes me cry you have to marry me

'you are responsible forever for what you have tamed' just putting that out there.