I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, Sir,
who; Gamzee (CRAU) and Sollux (OU)
what; un-aired concerns
where; Gamzee's room
when; after this thread
warning(s); foul troll mouths
There were about two chords Gamzee could play on the bass properly. That meant he spent a great deal of time strumming those same two chords over and over again as though he might forget them if he stopped. Every so often he'd pluck out something else, a few notes that might vaguely resemble a tune, but he'd always return to the chords again. Repetition was the key to memorization, and his memory had never been one of the things he could really count on.
He sat on the bed, back against the wall, a few bottles of empty Faygo scattered about the room and a couple clown horns set on his pillow. There was a page on bass playing brought up on his wearable, which he'd surprised himself with being able to find in the first place.
what; un-aired concerns
where; Gamzee's room
when; after this thread
warning(s); foul troll mouths
There were about two chords Gamzee could play on the bass properly. That meant he spent a great deal of time strumming those same two chords over and over again as though he might forget them if he stopped. Every so often he'd pluck out something else, a few notes that might vaguely resemble a tune, but he'd always return to the chords again. Repetition was the key to memorization, and his memory had never been one of the things he could really count on.
He sat on the bed, back against the wall, a few bottles of empty Faygo scattered about the room and a couple clown horns set on his pillow. There was a page on bass playing brought up on his wearable, which he'd surprised himself with being able to find in the first place.