(ah, damn. he's still managed to freak her out, but she doesn't jet or scream which is something of a relief. she nods at him.
well that's his cue.
gladio lifts his arms like he's strapping on some invisible instrument, hiking the "guitar" up his hip. without much more prompting, he's bending his knees with a wide strum of air, fingers wiggling to the current beat of the song. a cheesy riff for a scared little lady, bobbing his head to the music.)
How am I lookin'? Think I got any skill? (a few more eccentric hammers at the nonexistent strings and gladio's finishing up with a raise of his hand.) This is where you yell "encore, encore!" You know?
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well that's his cue.
gladio lifts his arms like he's strapping on some invisible instrument, hiking the "guitar" up his hip. without much more prompting, he's bending his knees with a wide strum of air, fingers wiggling to the current beat of the song. a cheesy riff for a scared little lady, bobbing his head to the music.)
How am I lookin'? Think I got any skill? (a few more eccentric hammers at the nonexistent strings and gladio's finishing up with a raise of his hand.) This is where you yell "encore, encore!" You know?
(a grin, dropping his arms.)