Singing Selphie
Where: The Plaza.
When: Afternoon.
Style: Whatever! I'm happy with any!
Status: Open like a can of tuna?
What was with this place? Selphie knew the pattern of comings and goings well enough. But this time, it was too much. One of her best friends had gone home, and the other was fast asleep, with no sign of waking up any time soon.
Suddenly, Selphie feels quite abandoned.
And this, after a week of a curse that was fake. That time she could get over it, especially with Rinoa's help. She'd been haunted by images of Squall and Rinoa leaving her, and was so frightened of being alone. Now, she really is alone.
Selphie's sitting in the plaza with her acoustic guitar on her knee. She's not really singing, just quietly humming along to the soft melody that she's strumming on the instrument. She's not half bad, actually, and she's likely to sit there playing for some time.

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"Ed likes your music. Did you make it up?"
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She smiled brightly, then glanced at the Corgi, assuming that this is Ed, because who talks about themself in the third person, right?
"Oh, does he? That's good! And uh huh, just made this one up today."
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"The song is quite pretty, Guitar-lady, though the Ein-person is not Ed." She mentions, gesturing at the corgi, which in turn barks an affirmative. Her hand then comes back around to point at herself.
"Edward is Ed."
^____^ I LOVE ED
As for her confusion, Selphie blinks. She nods first at Ein, then at Ed, "Well, it's super nice to meet you Ein and Ed."
Carefully holding her guitar in one hand, Selphie gestures to herself with the other, "And this guitar-lady is called Selphie!"
She -is- awesome. =D
"Edward is pleased to meet the Guitar lady, Phie-Phie. She makes very pretty music." Ed says as she bends down, scooping up the corgi in her arms. Ein yips an affirmative to Ed's statement, now in her arms.
"Is Phie-Phie just here playing for fun?"
Totallyzzzz <3
"Thank you! I like to make pretty music a lot!"
She giggles as she watches Ed scoop up the dog, who was also very cute. "Yup. Guess I just wanted to play some music. It's nice, sometimes."
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"Yes! Yes! It is nice! Does Phie-Phie mind an audience? Baron Ein and Lady Ed request a recital! More songs!"
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Wow, too much bracket in my other threads, sorry about that! -_-
Tee hee! I just went along with it! ^^
Thank you for being awesome, lol.
Heheh. Hardly! ^^
=D
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She may not have known Squall that well, but both Selphie and Rinoa have her sympathies. Especially when she can relate so well, losing so many of her own friends in the past few months.
The Volo Dorms are nearly empty . . .
"Hey," she finally speaks up with something of a smile, once the humming seems to finish; and then she takes a seat down next to her.
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Selphie brings the tune to an end, and shuffles over to give Yukari more space, "Hey."
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She comments quietly, and her tone seems to imply an unasked question, namely: 'Why'd you never tell me?' But then, she supposes she can't fault her, when it's never come up between them. When she sees Selphie shuffle over, her eyes wander down to the guitar she seems to be holding so protectively. She'd honestly never seen her with it before.
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"Do you play anything?"
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That's hardly surprising, considering the nature of this place. Everyone coming and random-- it's a wonder anything even gets done. At this point, she doesn't even know whether she should consider herself lucky or unlucky, that she's been able to stay for so long. But oh well. After all these months, she still hasn't been able to find a single damn thing she can do about it.
Besides live.
"Nah," she replies, when Selphie asks her. "I don't think I ever had the patience to learn, or the time. Sure looks like fun, though."
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d'aww that icon looks saaaad!
hee! it's actually one of my favorites, i think
i do like it! <3
<3
^^
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A song's a song, and this is not the type to suddenly interrupt, so Kurow stands to the side, watching—and waiting.
Once the playing seems to cease, he'll nod as an appreciatory gesture.
"Good play! Hey, what song was that?"
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"Thanks! Just a song from back home, from the little town I used to live in."
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