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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Jun 29, 2013 8:49:36 GMT -8
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words | 442 | Another day at his parent's store. Kyu-Sik hadn't been scheduled to be there for the afternoon, but the tailor often gave him the weekend off when it was possible. He had nowhere to be and for the first time in a few weeks he didn't really have that much to do. The thought of nothing to do, however, made him oddly uncomfortable. It always had. So, rather than leisurely enjoy his free time like a normal person, Kyu-Sik insisted on taking his father's shift for the day. It was a win-win. His father could have a relaxing weekend and he wouldn't pacing around looking for something to do like an anxious dog in a pen.
More so than ever, he was trying to keep his problems out of his mind by keeping himself busy. It had only been a few days, but he still found the unnerving events from the masquerade stuck in his head. It was almost surreal to think about, but he could have been killed by… magical snakes. And now, there he was, alive as ever and going about life as if nothing had changed. He hadn't said anything about it to anyone, because honestly who would believe such a wild story? He even kept doubting it himself. Regardless, he didn't want to dwell on it. All he could think to do was just carry on like normal.
Unfortunately for him, there actually wasn't that much to do in the shop that day either. For the first hour or so he managed to fill his time by calling people to let them know that their orders were ready to be picked up. He had helped get most of them ready, the one he was most proud of being the acoustic guitar brought in for refurbishing awhile ago. He liked to think he did an excellent job restoring it while maintaining its integrity. Not that it had been that bad, but still. It was nice to feel proud of something these days.
After that was finished… well, he didn't want to just sit there and hope for someone to come in. He started unnecessary cleaning of the store, sweeping, dusting each shelf, taking a double count of the inventory, etc.. He was just organizing the completed repairs on the back room's shelves when he finally heard the bell at the door jingle with someone's entrance. Kyu-Sik didn't say it, but he gave a sigh of relief and all he could think was a thank god. Something to do. He walked out of the back room to the counter to see who had entered. "Welcome. Do you need help with anything?" |
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Jun 30, 2013 9:14:39 GMT -8
It wasn't his fault, he swore! But he had been at a house party where he'd been told to bring his mandolin along to provide the occasional dramatic interlude whenever something happened, and considering this was a house party, incidents that required a dramatic interlude would happen more often than not. So he'd grabbed the instrument and brought it to the party, and he'd been strumming and providing inappropriate background music for situations that occurred. It might have been a little insensitive to start playing Ode to Joy when this guy he didn't like broke up with this really hot dude that he knew, but technicalities, technicalities. To be fair, he'd been slightly inebriated when that had happened, but long story short the first guy had launched himself at him and Cal had smacked him in the face with the mandolin.
The instrument was mostly fine, but several of the strings had snapped, and now he had absolutely no clue as to what he could do to fix it. Mandolins weren't exactly easily accessible instruments, and Cal had decided that the only solution was to take it to a repair store to see whether they could help rescue his poor baby. Which was how he'd ended up finding himself at the local repair store, broken darling in hand. He took a step into the place, glancing around at the surroundings. Kind of pretty, actually. He decided right there and then that he liked it. There was a young man walking out of the back room to service him, and Cal grinned, laying the dead mandolin on the table.
"Yeah, bro. Shit happened and I ended up busting two strings, and it's not like I can end up finding mandolin strings of all things. You think you might be able to help me out here? Dumb accident gone wrong." To be fair, unless this was going to cost him an arm and a leg, it had been totally worth every single penny.
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Jul 1, 2013 5:32:38 GMT -8
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words | 383 | The something-to-do that had finally fallen upon him was already looking to be a bit more interesting than usual. Shit happened, huh? Kyu-Sik frowned at the new customer, not exactly sure what was supposed to be meant by that. However, he looked down at the damaged mandolin that was placed on the counter. This was not an entirely unfamiliar sight matched by a familiar vague, vague tale. On more than one occasion he had seen a poor soul come in with hopelessly broken strings. However, in nearly all of those cases he had been dealing with a guitar. And this was… well, it wasn't a guitar. It was a mandolin. It wasn't everyday that one ended up in their shop. As his sister often enjoyed banjos, he wasn't entirely unfamiliar with the family of instruments, so that wasn't the problem.
The issue was more that a few questions often came to mind when anyone brought in an instrument. Who was this, why did they have this instrument, and what was wrong with it? Usually those questions were easily answered, but the current combination was odd to him for a reason he couldn't quite place yet. For now, he kept the thoughts to himself and just nodded in understanding. "Okay, well…" Kyu-Sik picked up the instrument carefully to give it a closer once over. It basically seemed like it just needed new strings which wouldn't be too big of a problem. Maybe. "I might be able to help." He plucked a few of the non-broken strings and ran a thumb across one. Knowing what strings they actually did have available, he wasn't certain he'd be able to do anything. At least not immediately. The alignment of the action also seemed a little strange.
"First, I need you to tell me how old these strings are. Did they break while you were playing?" Well, no, that wasn't really likely. Not from the vague way the man explained his problem. "Or rather, did they break easily?" The Korean wanted to ask how they snapped to get a more specific image in his head of what happened, but he wasn't the type to pry unnecessarily and he wasn't sure he wanted to know. He would just have to rely on the customer to answer his questions thoroughly. |
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Jul 16, 2013 7:03:08 GMT -8
Well, then.
Cal grinned sheepishly as the other male asked him about the state of the mandolin, and just how he'd managed to snap those strings. On one hand, it was a pretty funny story. On the other hand, the guy had a look on his face that was somewhere between 'the-stick-up-my-ass-hurts-too-much-for-me-to-have-a-sense-of-humour' and 'I-am-prim-proper-and-relatively-normal', and he had a feeling that this dude leaned towards the former. Cal tapped his fingers against the counter, the gears in his head grinding in endless pursuit of an answer that wouldn't hurt the poor guy's sensibilities. Alas, there was none, and he would have to make do with the cruel truth. He almost felt his insides sink a little as he admitted defeat.
"Heh. Long story short, some guy got drunk and tried to attack me. Embarrassing, I know, but I do take good care of this baby ninety-nine percent of the time." He really did. "At least I didn't manage to damage the instrument itself, but the guy was about to attack me and I had no other means of defending myself. It's mostly safe but it would be nice if I could... Well, actually play it." Besides, better to have the demise of the mandolin as compared to the potential tarnishing of his glorious visage. Was he being sarcastic about it? Maybe, maybe not.
"So what really happened was that they ended up breaking on someone's face, which wasn't exactly easy to do but can't have been all that different anyway. I don't know-- this mandolin is third-hand." It had belonged to his dead brother who had given it to one of his alive brothers, who had never used it and had then given to him. How Allen had managed to get in possession of a mandolin was beyond him, though after watching The Road To El Dorado that thing was his new best friend. Cal knew he should probably have taken better care of it seeing as it had been Allen who'd once owned it, but... Oops. Never mind, next time.
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Jul 20, 2013 19:06:24 GMT -8
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May 5th
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words | 396 | "So you hit someone with it," the boy said flatly, totally unamused and unsurprised by that revelation. He would've gone on to say that the instrument overall costed more than a few stitches, but that wasn't really fair of him. He had nearly used his favorite pair of knitting needles as last minute weapons just the other night, so perhaps if he had been in the same situation with his flute… Well, no. It was an unlikely enough scenario that he didn't even want to think about it. He was sick of the unlikely and he hadn't touched his flute in months anyway. "That's not an accident. I wouldn't really call something a baby if you're willing to hit someone with it. That's not usually what you do with children." Kyu-Sik left his disapproval at that, briefly pondering the consequences of hitting someone with an actual human baby. Or any sort of baby animal for that matter.
Thankfully for Callum, Kyu-Sik was not the instrument social services, so nothing could really be done other than damage repairs. However, that was all the information he needed. He was going to be a bit more liberal in what he did with the instrument then. If the owner was liberal enough to smack someone in the face with it, then he wouldn't be picky about strings or other adjustments. "I can fix it, but I don't have strings that match what you have on it. I have a set of bronze phosphor strings instead, so I'll just replace all of them. They're not really for beginners, but they'll sound nicer than the ones you have. Also…"
He held up the neck of the instrument and held down a string in two places. "Your instrument looks fine, but your action is weird. It shouldn't be this loose because your notes aren't going to be as clear. It might be because of age, but I imagine that hitting someone with it didn't help. It'll be better to take care of that while it's here now." He was offering up a bit more than he should've been, but he liked to see an instrument well taken care of. Even if it was just going to be become a weapon again in the future. Though.. he still needed consist from the owner. "It'll be ten dollars and about forty-five minutes? Is that okay?" |
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Jul 21, 2013 11:56:22 GMT -8
"To my credit it was done in self defence." Either I went, or the mandolin went. Naturally the former won out over the latter, so here we are." He was sure that there was almost nobody in the world that would value the life of a musical instrument, no matter how loved, over his own life and sanity. His life he had barely managed to salvage by the skin of its teeth, but his sanity? That had arguably been long, long gone. Cal raised his hands in protest. "It was a natural instinct. I was pounced upon, I acted. Man, this feels like I have to prove my innocence in court or something. Should we bring out a bible? I swear to tell the truth, the truth, and only the--"
"Oh my god."
The blonde's jaw dropped open upon the other's suggestion that he did not, indeed, use a baby as a weapon. It took him a second or two for the words to register, and so he waited there slackjawed, completely frozen in place as the gravity of what the Asian male had said. He had made a joke. A baby joke. One step lower from a dead baby joke, but it was a pretty good joke nevertheless. Which could only mean one thing, and one thing only: this guy actually was in possession of a sense of humour. Score one for him. With that thought, Cal found his lips curling up into a grin. A chuckle escaped his lips, which soon turned into a laugh, and then another; before he knew it, Cal was clutching his sides, pounding his fist against the counter with his free hand.
"Oh my god. I don't know-- yeah. Yeah okay, I won't kill my baby. In fact, you can have the soul of my first-born child for that advice. Maybe. Perhaps." He managed to speak between choking, and he shook his head. "Sure. Sure. Do whatever you want to fix my mandolin, but promise me that you won't try to stick a bottle in it and try to feed it or something. Or try to breastfeed it. That would be bad." Since they were going with the baby analogy, why not take it one step further? "You might just have made my day, dude."
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Jul 27, 2013 21:01:45 GMT -8
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words | 380 | Callum's actions weren't the reaction he had been expecting or asking for. At first he was just defending himself again, which was fair enough. He still liked to think there were better options than smacking someone in the face with a mandolin, but he wasn't there. However, that defense was cut off and followed by an uproar of laughter. There was even a smack against the counter that nearly made the Korean boy jump had he not directly seen the source of the noise.
"No. No," Kyu-Sik finally spoke up again, shaking his head. "Too far." No breastfeeding for him. Not that he had been as amused as the other man to begin with, but drawing out the joke only brought a look of confusion to his face. It didn't even occur to him that what he had said was that funny. Though he supposed making someone's day wasn't necessarily a bad thing. The boy made a poor attempt to force a small grin. He could've furthered it by accepting the soul of his first-born, but he hesitated.
Instead, he just took off the mandolin's tailpiece so that he could start pulling away the strings that were broken. He would be leaving the unbroken ones alone until those were replaced, as he didn't want the bridge to slip. It was a wonder that it hadn't already. He took a moment to walk over to a shelf in the room in search for the strings he'd be putting on the instrument. Kyu-Sik knew that they were there so it was just a matter of fishing them out. Steel? No. Flatwound? No… Nickel? Absolutely never.
"You don't have to stay here if you don't want to, but if you have some free time you could just stay in the area and pick it up in less than an hour when I'm done. There are a few neat places down the road." A truer smile finally emerged when he plucked the right small package from the shelf. J74 D'Addario phosphor bronze strings. Yes, of course the brand mattered. Even if his customer was a bit… odd. He looked over his shoulder, expecting the man to head out as most customers did. "I will still need to get your information if you leave, though." |
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Jul 29, 2013 14:48:46 GMT -8
Oh god this guy was a riot. The fact that he didn't seem to realise how funny he was being made it even better, and Cal was going to play this up for as long as he could until 1. they were friends or 2. the guy decided to give him a restraining order for spewing too much crap. Right now, the latter seemed far more likely than the former, but then again, he was friends with Bailey, and not dead yet. It took a lot to fraternize with a killer whale, and Cal believed that if he could handle that, he could handle anything.
"Too far? Says the one who made a dead baby joke in cold blood, you cruel, cruel man." Cal let out a deep, long sigh. "And I thought you were innocent, good sir. Come on, you're smiling, you thought it was funny too." Was he going too far? Nah, no such thing as too far. Though it did sound a little bit like the other man was trying to hint that he should take his leave, and Cal shook his head, sticking his lip out.
"Do you just not want me here. If so, you can tell me, you know." Everything Kyu-Sik seemed to be doing in terms of fixing things up was completely foreign to him-- though it all seemed pretty cool. "I get it, I get it, I'm not wanted. You don't love me and you don't care. I'm going to go cry in a corner now." He was really having too much fun-- maybe if this was the case, he would break his mandolin more often, even if just to come here and torment his new friend. Or well, new maybe-friend. "
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Aug 15, 2013 7:12:41 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 5th
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words | 312 | Another sigh was withheld as the man kept talking. He wasn't sure if it was the pouting that finally made him react, or a need to properly respond to a customer, but he did try to start explaining himself. "It's not that I don't-" Kyu-Sik began an attempt to respond, but he couldn't figure out why he was apologizing to the man's overreaction. Of course he didn't love him or care, they were strangers. He didn't need to explain that, did he? He stopped himself before he continued and finally let out that suppressed sigh. What in the world was he supposed to do with a customer like this?
Keeping himself professional, he regained control and decided to let the words float past him. Yes, that was the best plan of action. He made his way back to the instrument and took the strings he had picked from the shelf out of their pouch. "There's just not much for you to do here, but if you want to stay that badly I'm not stopping you. There are kleenexes on the other end of the counter," he took a brief second to point and then it was back to work. He looped the end of a string where a broken one had been removed and then lifted the other end to the peg. It was a simple enough task and one that he had done many, many times throughout his childhood. Tuning would take him more time than actually getting the strings on.
"Besides, if you don't leave, I don't need to bother with writing anything down. Having a name wouldn't hurt, though." The boy almost regretted his last statement after it was said. He could've lived without having the name, really, and it was much easier to work in quiet. He just had a hunch that quiet wasn't going to happen anyway. |
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Aug 15, 2013 15:59:44 GMT -8
Cal was starting to wonder if this guy was, to put simply, too damn funny to realise just how funny he actually was. Either that, or he was really good at keeping a straight face, a skill that Cal quite unfortunately lacked. It was an enviable trait indeed-- while Cal would pretend that he didn't try to be funny, truth was that he did make quite the concerted effort to come across as the person he was. Being beautiful wasn't easy to him, and if he had any less dignity he would have pretended to kiss the other male's feet. The poor boy was such a stick in the mud, with the unfortunate talent of being absolutely hilarious. Time would tell as to whether Cal decided he was going to point that out to him, but for now, he was just going to sit here and mess with the poor boy's head.
"Yes, yes, pass me the Kleenex," the blonde sniffed. He waited for a moment to see if the Asian boy would react, before darting over. He could get his own Kleenex: he was a strong woman who didn't need no man. Or well, no grumpy Asian man who was funnier than he thought he was. "As for things to do here, I can very well amuse myself. So how long have you worked here for?" Cal leaned in ever so slightly, not quite enough to invade the other's personal space but just enough to indicate that yes, he was flirting. He'd back off if the other obviously didn't swing his way, but for now it didn't hurt to mess about.
"I'm Callum, by the way. What should I call you? Baby-killer or Owner of the Soul of My First Born Child won't quite cut it." He chuckled.
"Do you play any instruments yourself?"
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Aug 19, 2013 6:03:13 GMT -8
Today won’t come again. At some point, the time has already...
May 5th
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words | 310 | At first, Kyu-Sik ignored the request for a tissue, not sure if the other was being serious or not. Which… well, he wasn't really sure why it was actually needed for outside of driving home a point that didn't make sense. The questions that came after were at least easier to respond to. "Kyu-Sik," he answered first, glancing up only in the moment of giving his name. Then his eyes went right back down to his hands and the instrument as he put on another string. He was rarely the sort of person to pick up on flirtations as he just tended to ignore them whenever he could. Focusing on his work also played a role in the fact that he didn't catch on to what Callum was doing other than trying to make conversation while he waited for his instrument repairs.
He still wasn't sure why the blond didn't just head out to look around the area, but oh well. Just for now he'd oblige the attempt at chatting. "I've been working here for… well, it's been a long time. My parents own this shop, so I've been helping out here for as long as I've been capable. I used to be a flautist." Keywords were 'used to'. His flute was still on the back of his mind. It was sort of inevitable when your parents owned a store that worked with instruments and music. Every now and then he thought that perhaps he should just pull it out again, but he always convinced himself he was too busy before that moment ever came. His instrument was neglected, yes, but at least he had never hit anyone with it?
"How long have you played the mandolin?" If the customer actually played his instrument. So far Kyu-Sik had his doubts for obvious reasons, but he was still a little curious. |
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Aug 21, 2013 0:14:31 GMT -8
Cal still hadn't quite decided whether he was seriously trying to put the moves on this guy, or if he was just going to throw some bad pick-up lines at him and watch him squirm. On one hand, he was funny as hell, which was always a plus. On the other, Cal's gaydar was pinging loud and proud, but sadly to the tune of 'this guy is probably heterosexual', accompanied to the beats of Simple Plan's Untitled, notably the part about 'how could this happen to me'. Never mind, he was kind of cute, in a completely mortified way. At least he'd turn him down politely if he wasn't interested, from the looks of it.
"Kyu-Sik? I'm digging it. Does it mean anything? I'm going to guess that it's Korean," Cal grinned, "Cause I know some Chinese and it sounds nothing like that. Do Korean names have meanings behind each character in them?" Kyu-Sik, Kyu-Sik. He'd come up with some sort of pun soon enough. "Kyu-Sik, you sick. Feeling better?"
If that wasn't going to get him punted out of the place right there and then, he didn't know what would.
As for the other man's playing the flute, Cal couldn't help but waggle a brow once again. "I've heard plenty good about flautists." For one, that they were excellent blowers, but he definitely wasn't going to go that route until he'd decided how he was going to hit on him. He'd let the next set of interactions do the deciding for him, though. "As for the mandolin, five years? Something like that," he shrugged. More like since Allen died, but he wasn't going to go there. Nope, he was going to stay normal, stay happy. Try not to fall into a depressive spell in the middle of this because that would be bad and he was supposed to be deciding on how to flirt, dammit.
"So music runs in the family, huh? Have you guys done the Jackson 5 thing and formed a K-Pop band together yet?"
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Aug 22, 2013 7:43:27 GMT -8
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words | 354 | "It's Korean," he confirmed, though he looked up, paused, and shook his head as Callum continued on with his poorly done pun. He had never really been a fan of puns, especially ones involving his name. It was bad enough it was often mispronounced from its written form. Instead of even responding to that, he went on with the meaning. "The meaning traditionally comes from the Chinese characters that the parts can be written with, but it doesn't mean anything exciting. I think Kyu means standard, Sik means honesty. I imagine something like Callum would mean something more interesting." Or so he assumed. Kyu-Sik figured that his name did fit him in some ways, but the meaning never really meant much to him in the long run. It was just a name.
"Ye-" The boy started to answer the rest of what was said, but he cut himself off as the processed what was being asked. "No. We've never done anything like that." He and his family had occasionally played music together in his younger days, but it wasn't a Jackson 5 sort of scenario. There wasn't enough of them for that, his parents weren't insane, and the overall idea made him nearly cringe as he imagined his father and mother in color-coordinated bell bottoms. However, he just kept his head down.
Now that the broken strings had been replaced, he started removing and replacing the unbroken strings one-by-one. This took a bit more time than just popping new strings where the broken ones had to be pulled off, as he carefully rolled the old strings up and placed them on the counter. They were old strings that no longer matched what was on the instrument, but he was still taught that saving old strings was good for an emergency. Somehow he wouldn't have been shocked if an emergency occurred after knowing the instrument was used to hit someone. "I don't really care for k-pop," he admitted. Or any other pop for that matter. "Do you have a favorite kind of music? Or at least something that you like playing with your mandolin then." |
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Aug 23, 2013 6:56:05 GMT -8
"I don't know. What do you think my name means?" Cal said with a little smirk. Now, see, the name Callum meant 'dove'. Which denoted peace, love and harmony, and all the other beautiful things that Cal clearly stood for. One look at his face and you would probably be able to tell just how angelic he was, a harbinger of calm coolness and world peace.
Hah, no.
"Fine, I'll let it up. Callum means dove. It also has some sort of priestly connection," he said, "But I don't quite remember it. I wouldn't say it was exactly fitting, but hey, gotta live up to the name, right? Or at least go in the completely opposite direction." Sometimes, he couldn't help but wonder if his parents had named him for ironic reasons. It wouldn't have surprised him, to be fair. His dad did have a wicked sense of humour after all. It was a lot of pressure to live up to, and he wondered whether his psyche would ever recover from having such a legacy to carry on. (Spoiler alert: his psyche wasn't exactly normal anyway, so there really wasn't much to recover from, but technicalities.) He watched with curiosity as Kyu-Sik methodologically rolled up his old strings, packing them away, just so they could all match: yeah, he was kind of adorable. There was something incredibly intricate about his movements-- wait, was intricate even the right word, he didn't know-- something incredibly meticulous about his behaviour, a certain level of attention to detail that Cal found kind of mesmerizing. He smirked a little. Yeah, adorable.
11/10 Would Troll Again.
"I'm pretty chill with most music. Been listening to a lot of Daft Punk lately. I got into them with the Tron movie and haven't been able to stop. As for the mandolin, mostly silly folk tunes. I like cooking up random tunes and then singing songs to them. Mostly an instrument for fun rather than anything too serious. I play the drums as well, though, and dabbled in the piano and guitar. Again, all for enjoyment rather than anything else. But do you want to hear my cow song?" Cal said, perking up. Actually, even if Kyu-Sik didn't want to hear it, he would share it anyway. Now, Cal wasn't actually an absolutely awful singer, but he wasn't going to show Kyu-Sik any good singing, no. That would defeat the point, wouldn't it?
"He is cow, he goes moo! He weighs twice as much as you. He looks great on a barbeque! Milk and butter, come out of his udder. He is cow, he is cow, he is cow!"
With that, Cal raised both his hands with a dramatic flourish, hoping that it would add some extra effect.
"He is cow, he eats grass, stick a rifle up his ass. Flies straight to sky with a shot!"
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Post by KYU-SIK MOON on Aug 24, 2013 21:09:24 GMT -8
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words | 560 | Names could be interesting, sure, but Kyu-Sik didn't have the slightest clue as to what Callum's could have meant. The closest thing he could do was pull it apart and think of words like calculator or calcium, but he couldn't really see that making sense. He had a few guesses that could've fit the boy's personality instead. Something maybe more lively than himself most likely. However, nothing was vocalized before he was just given the answer that he wasn't really expecting. 'Dove' and priestly connections. He didn't know the other really, but he nodded. "It's just a name either way. I'm sure it doesn't hold you back."
Then to music. The young man hadn't seen Tron, as he wasn't particularly good with keeping up with the latest films. The last movie he had bothered seeing was The Artist and that was because his sister had made him see it. He liked that one, but in general he could pass with most films. Perhaps that was bad for someone who actually lived in Los Angeles, but he just didn't have the interest in it. So, unfortunately, mention of the electronic band in that film didn't mean much to him. All he knew about Daft Punk was that they tended to be a little too loud and repetitive for his tastes, but to each his own. Music wouldn't have been as fun if everyone liked the same thing, right? Nor was there any harm in someone playing around with an instrument just to pass the time. These were the things that passed through Kyu-Sik's mind before Callum offered to sing him a cow song.
Immediately, he started reconsidering his own opinions. Before Kyu-Sik could refuse the offer, his ears were assaulted with the tune. He kept a straight face and gave no reaction until Callum was finished. He looked up for a moment yes, but then looked right back down as he put the last string in its place. However, he didn't tighten the last one right away. "I won't be buying your album," he replied at the end of the song. "But keep trying, I'm sure you'll come up with something passable eventually." Though still as flat, this was the first statement that actually was intended as a joke.
He double checked to make sure everything was in place on the instrument, and then stepped into the back for just a moment before coming back out a thin piece of wood. As carefully as one could, he worked the thin strip underneath the mandolin's bridge to give it a slight raise. Only then did he tighten the strings and clip off the excess.
"That should do it," he noted mainly to himself, pressing down on the strings to test the new distance between the strings and the neck. It was a little tougher to push down the strings, yes, but it wouldn't be bad for anyone who had been fiddling around on it for five years. If anything, it would mean less buzzing, so hopefully it would be better for what Callum intended to use it for. He started plucking at the strings to test out the sound, turning the pegs to do some quick tuning as he did. "You can tune it to your preference yourself, I'm guessing, but this should be okay. Just don't hit anyone with it again." |
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CALLUM SNOW
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Post by CALLUM SNOW on Aug 26, 2013 6:16:29 GMT -8
"Milk and butter, come out of its udder. He is cow, he is cow, he is cow!"
Cal finished the song with a little flourish, awaiting applause. It never came, though he was rewarded with a sarcastic comment. Cal gave his audience a little bow. "Thank you, thank you, I'll be sure to remember you when I'm rich and famous. Now what do you say to that? I might even send you an autograph if I'm free, as a reward for fixing my mandolin up when I was still a nobody." With that, he slid the payment over, giving Kyu-Sik a little grin.
"See you again. As for the statement about my name, let me give you a little pointer," he said, lowering his voice. "It hasn't affected me in the slightest. I'm not the kind of person who would let anything hold me back."
Hey, it was true-- there was no reason to allow his life to be dictated by something his parents had slapped onto him before he was even born. It was true: his eldest brother had been Allen, his middle brother Brandon, and hence his parents knew that their next child would either be a Callum or a Carol. Callum it had been, and he was pretty glad for it. Much as being a girl did seem like it could be fun in the short term, he was pretty certain that he would miss his dick. That, and Callum was the kind of person who would bounce back no matter what you threw at him: a little battered, a little broken, but smiling nevertheless, even if there was a newfound bitterness to his laugh and a sadness behind his eyes.
That was life for you, though. No sense lamenting for too long when there was so much ahead to see and do.
"I won't make any promises about not hitting anyone again," Callum grinned. "I mean, if it's between my life and my mandolin, I pick my mandolin. However, I won't do it irresponsibly. Does that make you feel any better?"
No?
Oh well, too bad for Kyu-Sik.
"Thanks for everything," he said, picking up the mandolin as he strolled out of the store. But wait! Something was missing! Cal whirled around dramatically, wishing that there were fire and the flames of destruction in the background as he did so. In the most ominous voice that he could muster, he spoke the famous words of profound politician and speechwriter Arnold Schwazzenger:
"I'll be back."
And then he pranced away into the sunset.
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