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[ hello and welcome to Boredom Hours, sponsored by one too many midafternoon beers and a perpetual inability to not immediately make his ennui everyone else's problem. today's host is... Reno!

when the video starts, it's to a shockingly decently framed shot of Reno doing the hooligan squat on the front stoop of his apartment building. he's got a lit cigarette hanging from his mouth, and once he's sure that the video is rolling he takes a long drag of it before he speaks. ]

Sup. I'm Reno. Some of ya may know me from my colorful past as "guy who got yanked into pool by tentacle monster."

[ probably nobody knows him that way but it's fine. we are not concerned with strict veracity here. Reno blows a neat smoke ring and grins the kind of grin that means he knows he's being a pain in the ass. ]

I was thinkin', y'know, there's only so many of us. Probably ain't a bad idea to get to know each other, right? [ he gestures with his cigarette as he speaks as if to underscore his words. ] We need some conversation starters. Some icebreakers, y'know? Everybody's favorite highlight from their corporate bonding retreats.

So! [ he holds up a hand to count on.

one finger. ] Two truths and a lie. Post 'em, let other people guess. I'll leave mine too. Shoutout to the blond girlie who had that party a couple months back for this one.

[ two fingers. ] Hot or not. Or smash or pass, whatever you wanna call it. Post yourself and let people vote, if you're brave. Or post your friends if you want to fuck around. You can all see my face right now so count that as my submission.

[ three fingers. ] Creativity exercise, open prompt. You can go anywhere, be anybody, do anything you want. The world ain't ending and there's no war or whatever the hell going on. Who are you and what are you doing? [ brief smoke break, and then Reno stubs the butt out on the cement, exhaling as he says, ] Me, I wanna make mediocre coffee for minimum wage and not worry about shit except makin' rent.

[ and lastly, four fingers. ] "Reno, this is fuckin' stupid and I don't want to do it." Okay, nobody's got a gun to your head. We ain't even got guns here. Do what you want.

[ his four fingers curl in so he can offer a cheerful, if a bit manic, thumbs-up before he reaches out to turn off the video.

just before he touches the button, though, he pauses as if something just occurred to him— ] Oh, shit—also, drop map pins for your favorite restaurant in this place. I'm in the market for new eats, bonus points if it's spicy.

[ okay, now he's gone. ]

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( god we love the confidence, king. would love to meet that sister someday too, tho, )

You don't need to know how to play it to conduct? ( she doesn't actually Know how that whole setup works. ) Well, we do have that section in the school area with all the instruments so it'd be fun to play around and figure out the others.. As for me, I'm handy with a dulcimer and the pan flute!

[ Well. Maybe if you die, you will. Who can say. Argalia's taking quiet stock of Fearne's appearance, how interesting that she does resemble his companions... ]

Dulcimer and pan? Now, that's suitable for a whimsical lady such as yourself! Care to perform a number for me? If not now, then another time -- I could even join you at the school you mentioned and we can see what suits my hands best.

( which may or may not come soon with how some of her conversations are going - )

Only if you bring a drink or two with you. I like my whiskey with milk, just so you know. Even if I'm a little weak in the knees for a sweet smile and a pretty face, I'd be more motivated, you know?

In that case, I'll bring a pair of glasses for us both. I'm more fond of wine and champagne, but I don't mind trying something new.

[ It keeps the mind alive. And also, it's the best way to schmooze people if you share what they do. Colors are invited to functions all the time, and some of them actually go to them every now and then! Connections, you see. Even if they're the same boring dribble every time.

... Actually, he's seen how she acts towards everyone else, so after a beat his smile turns a little more playful. ]

Drink, instrument, or otherwise. They say the human voice is the organ of the soul, after all.

( a slight skip to her usual cadence, her eyes falling a slight bit lower on the screen before a smile of her own is returned. her mind goes to places implied, even if he doesn't quite mean it like that. it's most definitely the smile. )

Well, if you're ever feeling particularly adventurous, feel free to reach out!

( at least she leaves it at that. innocently enough.. for the most part. )

Is there a particular one you think you'd want to try first?

( instruments, of course. what else? )

[ Innocently enough, and Argalia ponders the question as his gaze quite obviously slides over her features, from the curve of her horns to the curve of her... shoulders. ]

I think... I'd like to try running my hands over the piano, to start, [ soft and sweet-voiced, ] just to see how she sings. I've heard performances before, and they're unforgettable; perhaps the two of us could recreate one together.

[ Playing four-hands, of course. Making friends has never been easier than with a girl so obvious; it's like Eileen all over again. ]

After that, though, the wind section has always caught my eye for its beautiful intonation, and the harp's delicate strings strike me as something powerful despite their thinness.

( it's not hard to follow where his eyes goes when he doesn't bother to mask it one bit. almost as though he cares little for propriety despite everything else, or simply wants her to know without showing too much of his own hand. it makes her painfully aware he's got her at a disadvantage, but even so:

it's not a game she's woefully unfamiliar with, even if they're playing by different rules. if she shivers any, surely it's from the cold she's suddenly had to seek solace in her shawl for. bared shoulders, dropping temperatures. you know how it is. )

I'm sure we could make something sweet and unforgettable. It's newer to me, but I'm not afraid of a learning experience. Eagerness and clever fingers have gotten me far enough in life.

( ones of a thief and a sneak, even. the dexterity transfers fairly well. )

But my, all three? And people call me greedy.

One should live life to the fullest, don't you think? It's an idea I've come around to recently, seeing as it's a shame to have to hide who you are just to make society happy.

[ It's a kind way to spin his ideas, and not untrue. It is a shame. Everyone should live happily, everyone should be comfortable with themselves, if that means they'd have to paint the city red in the process -- well, you break a few eggs to make an omelette, and all. ]

Though you don't seem to have the problem that plagues most others... Fearne, is it? I'll be delighted to see you face to face; your appearance is charming even over this feed.

From the way you sound, you'd fit right in with the Fey.

( which, for everyone else, could be read as something of a problem. she does make her wonder if he is. but being that they're separated by such a great divide, it's hard to tell much more beyond the playful smile worn by a charming face - the favored weapon of the fairies. )

And sweet talker, too? I wouldn't mind listening to you wax poetic for as long as you'd like. ( a hum. ) And if you'd rather do it in person, even better.

[ Argalia lets it settle a moment, then lets the words drop delicate as the beginning of rain on a window. ]

Would you like to pull an all-nighter with me?

( a tapered ear flicks, as if caught by a stray rain drop. )

Only if you promise to make it unforgettable.

Fortunately for you, I've been called that more than my own name.

[ For worse reasons than what he'll be doing to her. ]

Can I expect you tonight, Fearne?

[ The way he says her name is a lilt, almost a tease of the vowels. Why not tonight. ]

( ah, but such is the folly of the fey. always, always so keen to chase and play to their bottomless heart's content. the hubris of one who's turned a blind eye to consequence.

why not tonight, indeed. )

How eager. ( but there are certainly worse things to be. ) After a few things, maybe.

The University?

I'll see you there.

[ And maybe he'll give his name once they meet. Eager, huh. As if he hasn't been called that before. Argalia is not a particularly patient person, he's always got something else he's doing as he waits. ]

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