joker, theif, moon, dance, 4th street, blah blah blah
Duo had found the Bob Dylan song book. He hadn't played the piano since before Polly left, but he was kind of awesome at it- he couldn't believe he taught himself after the Jabberwock, one arm all banged up- but it was kind of cool to be able to do, now, when he felt like it. So, he was playing Jokerman while Annagovia sat off to the side and chewed on one of his nigh-indestructible boots. He played barefoot. And topless come to that, because he was waiting for his laundry to be done. The slightly oversized jeans were riding low, but he was fairly confident that if they got too low to be entirely classy, his braid would conveniently cover it up.
There was something grounding about playing, which he needed. House had said to see a shrink and, well, Duo figured he'd get around to it.
Eventually.
For now, he just wanted to chill out and not think about anything.
[Any and all welcome!]
There was something grounding about playing, which he needed. House had said to see a shrink and, well, Duo figured he'd get around to it.
Eventually.
For now, he just wanted to chill out and not think about anything.
[Any and all welcome!]