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fairywren"I know it's easy to fix," Wren says to the phone, checking his signal before shouldering it again. His tone is calm, but it's the sort of calm that has a full force gale waiting behind it. "You're not replacing it because I can't do it myself. You're replacing it because you broke my theramin. That's a vintage Moog."
He goes quiet, then interrupts. "Rian. Ri --" He rolls his eyes with a wry purse of his lips as the man on the other end tangents. "Rian," he says quietly, his voice dropping just slightly, firmer and more compelling. "We don't have to be enemies. That's up to you. We can talk, or not. You can throw every demo we ever made out a window. I'd be sad if you chose that, but it's your decision. But -- you are replacing the Moog."
He goes quiet again, and it's at that moment that a small, fox-faced white dog finally succeeds in pawing the slightly-ajar door open and bounds out. Wren half drops the phone to make a grab at her, but she just lowers her head to her paws teasingly and dashes on past him.
"Ri, you're breaking up, call me back," he says, ending the call abruptly and chasing her. "Inari! Come on, really?" To be fair to her, arguing with his ex hadn't been his idea of fun either.
[OOC: Wren is newish and so am I, totally open for all kinds of tags. Overhear his theramin problem, run into him having his dignity destroyed by a floofy puppy, or you can catch them both later wandering more sedately.]
He goes quiet, then interrupts. "Rian. Ri --" He rolls his eyes with a wry purse of his lips as the man on the other end tangents. "Rian," he says quietly, his voice dropping just slightly, firmer and more compelling. "We don't have to be enemies. That's up to you. We can talk, or not. You can throw every demo we ever made out a window. I'd be sad if you chose that, but it's your decision. But -- you are replacing the Moog."
He goes quiet again, and it's at that moment that a small, fox-faced white dog finally succeeds in pawing the slightly-ajar door open and bounds out. Wren half drops the phone to make a grab at her, but she just lowers her head to her paws teasingly and dashes on past him.
"Ri, you're breaking up, call me back," he says, ending the call abruptly and chasing her. "Inari! Come on, really?" To be fair to her, arguing with his ex hadn't been his idea of fun either.
[OOC: Wren is newish and so am I, totally open for all kinds of tags. Overhear his theramin problem, run into him having his dignity destroyed by a floofy puppy, or you can catch them both later wandering more sedately.]
