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Twenty Seventh Guitar Solo - Eddie Riggs [In Person]

[What is this?

LAUGHTER, FROM THE TREE? Any passer by who happens to glance up will see a black haired ten year old boy perched on a branch, a grin spread across his features as he tries to climb higher. His worn clothing catching stray leaves, sneakers digging into bark as he grabs onto another branch.]

I wonder if I can get up to the top- [A branch he grabs onto gives a distressing creak]

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[Kuja can't help but find his forehead making contact with his palm at the boy's words. Badass? That term rung bells.]

What's your name boy?

[He's looming closer, just waiting for that branch to break.]

Eddie, Eddie Riggs. Who are you- [Anddd- predictably the branch breaks. It earns a startled erk from the boy as he falls.]

[His eyes widen, at the name and the stupid boy about to plummet. He grabs a hold of his wrist and holds him up as best as he can, using his magic to aid him.]

Eddie!?

[Why, why the hell did that ring bells? Why did he want to protect this stupid little boy who seemed so hellbent on killing himself or at least giving himself a bad concussion?]

I'm Kuja.

[The catching earns an oof. The tiny roadie blinking. Even with the levitating he's overly accepting of this.] Hi, nice to meet you Mr. Kuja.

[Kuja sighs and manages to sit them both on a much sturdier tree than the one he'd previously been perching on. The branches were thick and healthy, if they did fall..well then it'd be of clumsiness.

He was having vague flashes of a tall man built like a brickshit house with fairly long hair...something about a hideous taste in obnoxiously loud music...]

The feeling is mutual... Are you a... 'Roadie'?

[The ten year old ooohs with interest as he gets comfortable on the tree's branch. Though the question distracts Eddie entirely, he blinking and glancing back at Kuja.] Roadie in training, my dad says I won't be a real roadie until I'm older.

[Things are vaguely beginning to fall into place for him. He's remembering slight flashes of their interactions, most of all that there's a great fondness behind them. He had a friend? When was that?]

I think you'll make a very good one, I have strong reason to believe so.

You really think so? [Now for some excitement. Large brown eyes looking larger with hope.]

Indeed I do~ Just try your hardest to become what you want and the world is yours.

[Ear to ear grin on his part.] I hope that's true. Cause- I wanna be just like my dad. He's the best.

[He gives a light chuckle, patting his head.] The world is yours for the taking, you've just got keep the audience entertained, and they're yours forever.

[Have a very familiar if not tinier hug from the roadie. Its a hug of excitement and derp.]

[His eyes widen for a second, taking in the bundle of derp latched to his middle. His expression softens and pats his head. Oh, Eddie and his habit of bringing out Kuja's better side.]

[Even in a small package, roadie brings out the best in people. He's still content to hug while chattering up at the silver haired man.] Do you live here Kuja? Cause I sort of woke up in a room an I wanted to know if this is some weird kidnappin' or whatever.

[He shakes his head.]

No, my world is called Gaia, well was. You were brought here from your home by a bad writer who just calls herself 'The Author'. I've been here before I think, it wasn't too long ago either.

Why did she bring us here? [Still holding on, all the while swinging a foot back and forth rather idly.]

[STOP BEING CUTE YOU!]

Amusement. She doesn't possess the skill to write a story by herself so she cut corners and kidnapped us.

[NEVER!

He even tilts his head a little at this logic, his tongue sticking out a little.]

Couldn't she go to a writin' class or read a book if she wanted to get better at writin'?

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