[ Bones takes the guitar strap out of the box, admiring the cross-stitching of blue fabric and obviously quality leather. He's surprised, and touched on top of everything.
Edgin, you don't know this, but blue is Bones' favorite color. ]
Shit. This is really nice.
[ He hadn't played guitar in years until he'd played with Edgin. Edgin doesn't need to know that either. Bones looks up -- were this from anyone else, he'd grouse or complain, but it's Edgin, so his grumbling comes out obviously half-hearted. ]
I really am gonna have to keep playing, now. Way to twist my arm.
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Edgin, you don't know this, but blue is Bones' favorite color. ]
Shit. This is really nice.
[ He hadn't played guitar in years until he'd played with Edgin. Edgin doesn't need to know that either. Bones looks up -- were this from anyone else, he'd grouse or complain, but it's Edgin, so his grumbling comes out obviously half-hearted. ]
I really am gonna have to keep playing, now. Way to twist my arm.
[ That's a "thank you." ]