Oh yeah? I've been here alone for a month, would be interesting to get to know you. Did you want to meet in the pub or something before heading up there?
[Harry was hard to miss. His outfit was Isle pirate chic; a red coat and ripped shirt and pants along with assorted rings, not to mention the sword and hook at his hip. He paused just inside the door, looking around. After a moment, Harry caught sight of a guitar and headed that direction.]
[ Larry's taking a break from strumming out any music for now, knowing he's expecting his new roommate. So he's taken his guitar to sit near the corner where people perform, but isn't playing anything himself. Instead, he's paying attention to anyone who's taken up his usual position and waiting.
When he sees Harry approaching him directly, he deduces this is the person coming to see him and stands. ]
[He wasn't really the handshake type, since they almost never did that back home, but he held out a hand anyway, more than ready to play the amiable sailor. For the moment at least. Harry tipped his head toward the guitar with a grin.]
[Harry sat there and listened, even humming along to the chorus. He couldn't help himself! Music and dance were a huge part of his life back home. Big emotions and events always seemed to call for a song! Harry leaned on the table with a smile as Larry continued to strum. All music was beautiful.]
Think I won the lottery on roommates. Yer like tae get sick o'me askin f'songs. Will ye teach me some? I can sing ye mine, but I'd rather learn yers.
It kind of depends on your baseline talent, honestly. I picked the guitar up and was playing better than my friend within half an hour, even though he'd been taking lessons for years. But a lot of it's motivation and effort, too.
[ He turns his left hand over to show off the callouses on his fingertips. ]
[Harry showed his own hands which were covered with all kinds of calluses. Being a pirate meant getting nicks and cuts and scars as well. A new little callus wouldn't bother him. He grinned and winked at the man.]
Got all these from back home. A new one won't kill me. Will ye try ta teach me? Promise I'll work hard.
Fantastic! We sing'n dance back home, but we don't really play instruments. Be nice tae be able tae make my own music wi' more'n my voice. It'll be fun!
[Harry reached for it, face properly respectful of the honor. Music was life, whether he was making it with his song or dancing to it with his body. Music meant something to him. It was one of the few things Auradon hadn't been able to steal from them all. No matter what else happened, there was always the ability to express himself with music.]
[Harry took the guitar with proper care. He settled it and did start to strum a little. There wasn't any real skill in his actions, but he did manage to make something close to music. Harry looked up with a grin and strummed a little more before he hit a sour note. He winced and chuckled as he handed the guitar back.]
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[It wasn't the ship with many and varied people coming and going at all hours, but not being alone would be nice.]
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to action!
[Harry was hard to miss. His outfit was Isle pirate chic; a red coat and ripped shirt and pants along with assorted rings, not to mention the sword and hook at his hip. He paused just inside the door, looking around. After a moment, Harry caught sight of a guitar and headed that direction.]
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When he sees Harry approaching him directly, he deduces this is the person coming to see him and stands. ]
Harry?
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[He wasn't really the handshake type, since they almost never did that back home, but he held out a hand anyway, more than ready to play the amiable sailor. For the moment at least. Harry tipped his head toward the guitar with a grin.]
Play us a song?
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I'd ask if you have any requests but I have a feeling I wouldn't know it.
[ He sits back down with his instrument and starts in on a rendition of Long Tall Sally, letting his fingers work the bluesy chords with gusto.
Once he's played the entire song, he continues playing the 12-bar blues progression the song is built on, but quieter and calmer. ]
I know a lot of that kind of stuff. Learning some different styles now, though.
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[Harry sat there and listened, even humming along to the chorus. He couldn't help himself! Music and dance were a huge part of his life back home. Big emotions and events always seemed to call for a song! Harry leaned on the table with a smile as Larry continued to strum. All music was beautiful.]
Think I won the lottery on roommates. Yer like tae get sick o'me askin f'songs. Will ye teach me some? I can sing ye mine, but I'd rather learn yers.
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[ He turns his left hand over to show off the callouses on his fingertips. ]
You'll end up with these, too, if you play much.
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Got all these from back home. A new one won't kill me. Will ye try ta teach me? Promise I'll work hard.
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[Harry reached for it, face properly respectful of the honor. Music was life, whether he was making it with his song or dancing to it with his body. Music meant something to him. It was one of the few things Auradon hadn't been able to steal from them all. No matter what else happened, there was always the ability to express himself with music.]
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Yeah. You can pluck around a little, if you want.
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Ooo. Tha was a bad one!