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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Who: The intrepid crew of the SS Bloodsport!
Broadcast: Maybe?
Action: Probably!
When: Right now!

[SO HEY GUYS WHAT'VE YOU BEEN UP TO.

what's cooking on the Bloodsport? what fresh drama is unfolding?

has anyone thanked Robin for how the cargo hold doesn't smell like death and slowly-reversing decay anymore because that stuff was gross.]

Comments

[puro]

I trust you won't.

See? That's not all that bad, is it? Try plucking a string.

[killedwithlove]

[He doesn't hold it right, instead seating it across his lap and testingly plucking at a string, then another, making noises with simple, innocent curiosity.]

[puro]

[Manolo doesn't correct him, not yet. It takes time to learn to hold one properly, and it helps to be able to see the strings. ]

There you are, amigo, you're getting it.

[killedwithlove]

[He looks at the frets and presses one string down, experimenting with the way that shortening the string changes the pitch.

It's clearly not unfamiliar. Not familiar, but the guitar is similar enough to instruments he's seen that he's grasping it.]

It must take a lot to learn to make actual music from it.

[puro]

It took me a while, but I got it eventually.

[Having to play it in secret didn't help any.]

[killedwithlove]

[Cole keeps plucking, starting to make strange notes in sequences that don't make sense but seem to be pleasing to him.]

He didn't approve, but you were willing to risk disapproval for music.

[puro]

[Manolo's smile fades, just for a second. ]

He just wanted the best for me, he didn't think music was that.

[killedwithlove]

But he thought you played well. Beautifully.

[puro]

[That surprises him, and it shows in his expression. ]

He...he did?

[killedwithlove]

Yes. I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true.

[Cole keeps playing with the strings.]

[puro]

I- I never knew that. I always thought he just hated it.

[killedwithlove]

No. He thought you were very good. He just... wanted it to not be your passion.

[puro]

[Manolo's shoulders sag a little, as he exhales. ]

No. He really didn't.

[killedwithlove]

But he thought you played beautifully.

[puro]

Well, that...

[small>He gives a soft huff of a laugh.]

That makes me feel a little better. Gracias, Cole.

[killedwithlove]

I'm glad you feel better.

[He presses a couple of strings and rather than plucking, actually strums across a basic chord.]

wow html wow

[puro]

You do bring that out in people.

There you go, you're getting it.

[killedwithlove]

I hope so. I try to make people feel better.

[At least his fingers are already calloused, so this isn't doing him any harm.]

[puro]

And you do such a great job with it. You should be proud, really, Cole.

[killedwithlove]

I... should be?

[He looks up, head canting to the side, curious and innocent.]

[puro]

[That gets a soft smile. ]

Yes, you do good work, you help people in a way that no one else can, and you do it selflessly. That's something to be proud of.

[killedwithlove]

I don't know Pride. Pride and Faith get tangled together. Sometimes... I feel pride from others. But not the bad sort, which makes you think you're better than others.

[puro]

Oh no, this isn't the bad sort. It makes you feel good for doing good. It's a warm, fuzzy kind of feeling. It's like a reward for being a good person, even if you never ask for it.

[killedwithlove]

Oh.

I like knowing I've helped someone, because it makes them happy. When I do it, I'm a bit more... real.

[puro]

You're always real to me, amigo.