UNDERTAKING: 8 ⤧ one minute i am a sweetheart, the next minute you are an absolute creep.
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[ there's nothing out of the ordinary when the feed rolls. Genkaku's clothed more casually, his hair tied back as he strums the chords with the Flying V guitar in his lap. he's sitting on a couch that hangs too low, making his legs bend in sharp angles, and if anyone really wants to look closely at the background, the windows are covered in black and there's splatters of dry masses curling on the floors. ]
Shit. Can't believe I ain't got a wah-wah pedal yet. Too fuckin' distracted.
[ anyone who's spent any time with the Super Monk knows he has a habit of talking to himself, anyway. but this makes it obvious that the Guide probably isn't supposed to be on. ]
All right, 3, 2, 1--
[ he strums hard and fast, screeching metal riffs few would find tasteful, fingers abusing the chords in the same ungentle manner he handles everything in his life. but it becomes apparent the guitar's had enough of his rough touch when -- ]
SNAP!
[ one of the strings breaks clean open, twanging and curling up on opposite ends of of the V's long neck. ]
[ there's nothing but stillness and silence as Genkaku stares in surprised, abject horror. ]
[ and then starts ... ]
[ crying? ]
Shiiiiiiit, shitshitshit. What'd I do with that pack'a new ones? H-hold on, baby, I'll get you all fixed up, I swear.
[ hiccup! ]
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[ there's nothing out of the ordinary when the feed rolls. Genkaku's clothed more casually, his hair tied back as he strums the chords with the Flying V guitar in his lap. he's sitting on a couch that hangs too low, making his legs bend in sharp angles, and if anyone really wants to look closely at the background, the windows are covered in black and there's splatters of dry masses curling on the floors. ]
Shit. Can't believe I ain't got a wah-wah pedal yet. Too fuckin' distracted.
[ anyone who's spent any time with the Super Monk knows he has a habit of talking to himself, anyway. but this makes it obvious that the Guide probably isn't supposed to be on. ]
All right, 3, 2, 1--
[ he strums hard and fast, screeching metal riffs few would find tasteful, fingers abusing the chords in the same ungentle manner he handles everything in his life. but it becomes apparent the guitar's had enough of his rough touch when -- ]
SNAP!
[ one of the strings breaks clean open, twanging and curling up on opposite ends of of the V's long neck. ]
[ there's nothing but stillness and silence as Genkaku stares in surprised, abject horror. ]
[ and then starts ... ]
[ crying? ]
Shiiiiiiit, shitshitshit. What'd I do with that pack'a new ones? H-hold on, baby, I'll get you all fixed up, I swear.
[ hiccup! ]
[endVIDEOtransmission◄]