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he nodded his side as he glanced towards the male for a moment arching his eyebrow. He finally turned back towards his own canvas for a few seconds.
β β β β Yeah they say that
β β β art therapy helps but
β β β i donβt remember much β
he admitted as he turned towards the
he was up off of the males lap really quickly walking towards the spare bedroom, where he kept his own guitar. He walked back into the room and unbuckle the guitar case as he pulled out his electric from the case, he wrapped the strap around him and sat on the windowsill,
strumming some keys as he waited for more instructions mostly the tune that heβs got stuck in his head. Nothing that had any lyrics. He always just had chords and the rhythm stuck in his head. He glanced up towards Nolan was soft eyes.
β β β β Okay what now bossy οΉ β
he had
he sighed
β β β β Not new I just β
he glances away from the painting supplies for a moment trying to figure out how he says it in a nice way because even if he said it in a bad way, it wasnβt directed towards the guy who was sitting next to him
β β β β I have a accident
β β β i donβt remember a lot
β β β of my own memories β
he swallowed hard as he glanced back towards him for a second. his hand went towards the painting supplies.
β β β β Itβs like i donβt remember
β β β how i used too be what
β β β i enjoyed its all like a
he glanced down towards his own piece of paper his knuckles tapped on the table top for a long second
β β β β Honestly οΉ just trying to
β β β remember color theory β
he admitted as he sighed he used too enjoy painting he had seen his own work on his instagram but did he
thereβs a power taking away peopleβs last breath.
the houndmaster better know as Alrick is a captains son whoes crew and father has disappeared but five year old him was found in the cargo with nothing but his dog left rumors say he made a deal with the devil too stay alive he
would later become a musician but is the master of the hell hounds rumor has it all his concerts are at crossroads for a reason.
inspired from:
β The Houndmaster DBD α΅α΅
he moved to get more comfortable on Nolanβs lap he would nod glancing towards the computer with a small smirk
β β β β and you havenβt figured
β β β it out yet οΉ β
he asked him as he sighed his face turned towards Nolan for a long moment
β β β β Do you want me to
β β β
β β β grab my guitar οΉ β
he asked, adjusting himself on his lap again as he pressed his back against the others chest, closing his eyes for a long second his hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He didnβt know much about this world of music or Nolanβs world of
he stood and walked towards him as he slipped onto his lap he would glance towards the computer.
β β β β what you doing locked
β β β away in here anyway οΉ β
he asked but instantly his back met the others chest, and he moved his chin into his shoulder, yawning softly as he








