Fifteenth Guitar Solo - Eddie Riggs

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

Damn it, damn-

Where is it?

[The feed starts with that lovely set of statements and what sounds like a room being pulled apart. Eventually the black berry tumbles off of the bed as Eddie yanks the blanket back.

After a brief spin, one can see Eddie looking relatively displeased and shirtless.]

Don't tell me that chick stole my shirt. Shit.

[He actually looks briefly sad at that before grumbling, moving out of frame, things being thrown around again. A stray shirt landing on the feed effectively making everything go black.]

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[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

The problem with that is I have to deal with her-

Which I really don't want to. At all.

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[featherdrequiem.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs and taps his lip.]

Then we have a problem...

[Kuja then finds he's reached his word limit. He frowns and then finds a piece of paper and scrawls something on it. In very pretty looking writing it says:]

I could go find her? After all, I promised that I wouldd scratch your back if you did mine.~

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[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

[He gives a confused blink at Kuja writing out of nowhere.] ...What's with the cue cards man?

No, no, its alright man. She'll come back eventually, she wants to 'bond' with me, so she'll be back.

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[featherdrequiem.livejournal.com]

[Kuja pulls an unamused expression.]

'It seems I can only say so much during a day.

I'd think I'd rather slit my own throat than bond with my 'sister'.'

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[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

[Another blink, Eddie's brow raising some.] Okay, now that's pretty weird.

Eh, just play the evasion game man. S'what I do.