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[mortalcoiling.livejournal.com]

[today, there is someone raiding the music room, and the sounds of their exploits are caught over the forgotten grimoire nearby. There is the wooden clatter of instruments from the cabinets being taken out, set down, moved around, put back. And then, amongst the busy sounds, the occasional pause and peal of a few expertly plucked chords. Just experimentally playing with the instruments as he finds them--testing the sound, comparing them to one another, inspecting the exotically foreign forms of each one.

Whether he's looking for a specific instrument in particular, or just exploring the tower's library of stringed instruments, Coil's going to be at it for a while]

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[mortalcoiling.livejournal.com]

[A blink and a glance in thought at the prospect of being knocked out. ...Is this something that he's willing to actually consider?



...Yes, apparently.

Robin doesn't have to get too much farther in trying to convince him before he's frowning and waving his hand, and not in a 'no way' kind of gesture. It seems more of the 'okay okay, maybe' type. Looking reluctant, and quite unhappy, but... this seems like something he's at least partially on board with]

[birdmetaphor.livejournal.com]

[...he'd been half-kidding, but if that works? hell. he loves the excuse to punch anyone out.]

Hah, that's great. In a few days, though.

[mortalcoiling.livejournal.com]

[there is some serious deliberation going on in that one-eyed skull of his, but all of it is kept far from his features beyond a semi-skeptical look leveled at Robin while he thinks.

Finally, though--after whatever it is that he considers and weighs--he gives a very small nod. ...And can't help but wonder if this 'trip' is something that is going to have warning, or just surprise him from around a corner sometime over the next few days]