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[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Arithon enters the bar, a lovely bruise along one side of his jaw. He really does need to stop baiting dangerous people.

Alas.

At any rate, he's in the bar and leaning against something. In the light. Which means feel free to talk to him.

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[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

"It's one of the few styles on Earth that uses the harmonica extensively. It's actually quite interesting." She smiles. "Something to experiment with, if you were so inclined."

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"Yes. Please."

The expression on his face is one which suggests that if she admits to the slightest amount of knowledge regarding the mechanics of how to play the blues he will quite happily pin her with questions until her hair turns grey.

It may be a little unnerving, he doesn't tend to allow people to see this much of his inner drive.

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

It is perhaps lucky for Max, then, that she's woefully undereducated when it comes to actually playing music.

"I'll make sure to pick some up, then."

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Probably. He looks wistful, and nods,

"I would like that. Thank you."

[transgenic-max.livejournal.com]

Max smiles warmly. "You're welcome."

She slides out of her booth, careful not to topple the books. "I think I'm going to go for a walk, get some fresh air. Have a good night."

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"Good night, Lady."

He murmurs with a bow.