but then you ignore them still // o, instruments

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    tyler joseph.


    i'm not blurry, no matter what he says.



    tyler was just taking a walk, as he did often, when he found something that literally looked like a piece of wood sticking out of the ground. interested, he padded over to notice it was a ukulele; three strings pulled out and covered in scratches, but it was a ukulele. he remembered wanting one when his mother's twoleg owner used to play it all the time. they sang fun little songs and accompanied it with the plinks of the small instrument. tyler had always wanted to play one, now was his chance. he made sure to keep his claws sheathed and ran his paw over the strings before attempting to pluck one. it made no sound whatsoever. maybe this was going to be harder than he thought.


    after a while of tinkering with the strings, trying to get a sound from it, he looked up to notice that there was a scattered pile of other small instruments. from toy pianos to maracas and tiny drums, this little spot on the moor had it all. tyler didn't question it; he was excited to see what he could do with all of these tiny twoleg music-making objects. he lowered his head to the ukulele though; this ukulele was his.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; text-align: justify; height: auto;][size=8]"Whoa! What'd you find, Tyler?!" came the ever-so energy-filled voice of Talon as he padded over with interest. He had seen him messing around with something, and was curious to know what. But as the kitten got closer, he too noticed the large scattered assortment of instruments. His Twoleg owners played a stringed instrument, somewhat similar to what Tyler was currently holding, though it was played much differently. Talon wasn't interested in music himself, but it was neat to hear and watch others play.




    He pressed a paw down on one of the toy pianos, letting it ring out an E note.
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    tyler joseph.


    i'm not blurry, no matter what he says.



    "well, as you can see, a ukulele." he grinned up at the kit, flicking his tail excitedly. "and a bunch of other instruments. like that piano you just stepped on." he let out a purr of amusement as he saw him press a note on it, and he turned his head to continue trying to make some kind of noise with the instrument. finally his paw plucked a note, and his ears instantly perked up. he must've been way too excited.

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    Winter was pretty sure that he would break any and all of these things were he to try and play them. It's not that he can't control his own strength, or his frustration, but... He isn't one for the arts. A painting is a picture, a note is a noise, that sort of thing. He doesn't see a point in activities like that. Is that sad? Most people can at least appreciate those things, but they don't even register in the cougar's mind. Yeah, that's sad. "You look... Happy." It's foreign, and already he's waiting for B to say something about the confused expression on his face. The lion cub isn't even here, but he's been the one to point all of that out before. "You could start a band."

    [size=10][font=georgia] The noise was what initially attracted Drippingkit. She wasn't quite sure what it was. As she saw the various instruments, she let out a laugh. They looked quite ridiculous, all scattered out in the field and whatnot. She made her way over to a small set on bongos, carefully examining them to determine their purpose. Given that there seemed to be a recurring theme of noise, she hit the top, and the thud reverberated throughout the area. Huh, interesting.

    tyler joseph.


    i'm not blurry, no matter what he says.



    tyler lifted his head, almost in surprise, at winter's words. "me? a band? with who?" he purred softly and looked around. "i dunno. that's a goal for the future i guess. and when i can actually play notes on this thing." he plucked another note and nearly hopped into the air.


    //one of my firiends is going to be josh just you wait

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    "You'll figure it out. There's not much to do around here, anyway." That bothered Boy, in a way, as did his leg, because even if he could find a way to be actually productive, it would be inhibited by his injury. Now, he was grounded, in the worst sense of the word, and he hated it. Speaking of strong emotions- the cub glanced over at Winterpaw, noticing the confusion, but he hadn't been present to hear what he said. "Don't think too much; it might knock your crown off your head, and then you'll have to walk around with hot pink nails. Or yellow; I haven't decided which is more awful." Back to Tyler, Boy threw a grin. "Think you can do me a favor, Tyler?"
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    "I'm sure you'll learn," he murmured, swallowing through his own awkwardness. Compliments didn't come easily, and he wasn't sure why he was bothering to try. It's not like he would be staying here much longer, now that it was not a job. They weren't allied clans, there were no jobs. Go back to WindClan, get rid of this stupid facade, go back to being himself. Or was it the other way around? Forget how to be himself? "It doesn't look too hard." But hey, what the hell did he know? He was someone who specialized in murder, not music. That's sad. Or it would be. He couldn't even claim that he believed murder to be an art c because it sure as hell wasn't. Just another job to do.


    That got really morbid really quickly. Boy was right. He was thinking to much, and the expression was promptly cleared from his features. "We both know that I can pull off pink better than you can," he snorts, glancing down. And with how often his paws are stained red, he doubts that either coat would last long, or show up much. Again, that's something he doesn't mention. "Tyler, I've been nice to you, haven't I? Don't listen to him."

    tyler joseph.


    i'm not blurry, no matter what he says.



    tyler looked back and forth between the two, not sure who to listen to, but his paws continued to, well, paw at the instrument, getting more plucking noises out of it. it excited him; he liked it. maybe one day he'll learn to play. honestly, he was a bit confused on what was going on, and he wanted to hear what boy wanted him to do. he didn't know if he would do it or not, just-


    "tell me what it is and i'll consider." which was basically a kinder way of saying he didn't want to, but he wanted to hear it anyway. for some reason he wanted to listen to winter. don't ask him why, he didn't know himself. he was weird when it came to trusting others, and he seemed to trust the weirdest people of them all. not that winter was weird, well technically they all are in a way, it's just that he seemed to pick the most random people to talk to. there.


    //and then the two joshler kids crashed into this website and made everyone scream

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    "I am sure that some people around here know how to play and would be glad to teach you," Shift agreed with a nod of her head she walked over. //rushed due to studies and just getting internet back









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