taxonomites | 12 | visual |All the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me

Kobra is in one of his moods, not the good kind. He's been unable to sleep again, nightmares haunting him, and he's homesick. By now he's given up hoping that Ghoul, Jet, Grace or even Show Pony are going to show up here. Sometimes it makes it hard to breathe, like there are people shaped holes in his chest.

His mood has gone from angry to depressed, a distinct and obvious change. Kobra's phases of depression were never easy on him and probably the only case where BL/nd had ever been right about medication. They'd just never given him the right kind.

In addition to that Kobra is still miserably sick, and it was getting worse each day. He is congested, his throat feels hot and raw and even little sips of water seem to send his stomach into revolt. Everything sucks and Kobra wants to pout in a corner, maybe even cry some tears of rage.

Nothing of that shows though as he looks at the tablet, blood-shot eyes hidden behind sunglasses. He's even more sensitive to light these days. His face is impassive as ever, voice just a little bit more flat, a lot more nasal.

"Is there something like a radio around?" Because the one thing that has always helped at least a little was music. But he had none in Taxon. "Or...anything of that kind?" He could probably listen to music on the tablet, but there wouldn't be a proper DJ and Kobra felt like that is too easy for the hamsters to track. Music has always been a form of rebellions, something you do away from prying eyes.

Kobra lights a cigarette and sniffs, rubbing his nose. "C'mon, there's gotta be something?"

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"So it's a kind of instrument, then?" Briar guessed. He obviously didn't understand exactly what the big deal was about a radio. "Are you a musician?"

"Not really, no. You can hear all kinds of different songs from different bands on it. It's more a medium to play music?" Kobra tried to explain, then grinned slightly and nodded. "Yeah. I play bass. You play an instrument?"

Briar raised his eyebrows. "People can play music and save it for later, to play on that 'radio'?" It shouldn't surprise him so much, given the device he was using to talk, but it did. "Like writing things down, but with music." That was sort of fascinating, and he wondered if there was magic involved in the process.

He laughed. "No, I don't. When they civilized me they were too busy teaching me how to do chores and write and tend a garden to worry about music." They'd also been a little busy teaching him to meditate and control his magic. "Do you have a bass here?" he asked. Bass seemed like a relatively self-explanatory instrument, in terms of the sounds it might produce, but Briar had no idea what one looked like or how it would be played.

"Yes," Kobra nodded. "It's pretty cool. You get to listen to a lot of different stuff.

"Yeah I do. I can show you how to play, if you want?"

Briar nodded as well. He'd never had any particular musical inclinations, but he enjoyed it when he encountered it. If it were as easy as making a device repeat it back, a variety of music would be a lot more accessible to people who did really care about it.

He opened his hands in a gesture of agreement. "If you'd like to," Briar replied, a wry quirk to his mouth as he added, "I don't think I'll be going anywhere for awhile." Kobra was interested in his trees, and Briar didn't mind seeing if he was interested in something the other man enjoyed. If he had an ear for it, Briar would likely be a good musician with any instrument he tried. He'd spent long enough working with his hands and his breath.

"Nah, definitely got some time on your hands," Kobra agreed with a tiny smile. "It's a deal then."

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