One way of torture that doesn't involve blood [19/??? artefacts collected]

[sadfreezingbrit_archive]

[ Hello, mansion!

How do you feel about an accidental audio transmission featuring this song played on the guitar over and over and over and over again in various qualities ranging from sort-of-okay-ish over mediocre to physically painful?

I hope your answer is 'highly enthused', otherwise Philip's new hobby might not be as entertaining to you as it currently is to him. ]

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FINE THEN I DON'T LIKE YOU ANYWAY. /switches mood impressively fast

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

You don't remember? [Check out this fake-worry and concern right now!] Are you drunk right now?

[That would explain the playing, too! See how nicely that works out?]

/glares /crosses arms /pointedly looks elsewhere

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Oh. That. ]

What? No!

[ He glances towards the whiskey glass on the table nearby, glad that the current transmission accident is limited to audio. ]

No, of course not...

[ Hey, he's sober enough. And... should probably pull himself together if he doesn't want his 'angry drunk' excuse to get out of hand.

Hissy anger status: Diffused ]

/DITTO. so THERE.

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure I believe you. But whatever; I'm just reminding you.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

Do I sound drunk to you?

[ He can pass Clarence's accent off as slurring, right? Good? Good. ]

...And don't even think about making a guitar joke.

[ His playing is perfectly sober. Just like the rest of him. ]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Please, like I would go for something that obvious.

[She would.]

Seriously, though. I know guitarists, and I'm pretty sure they didn't teach themselves.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

Why not? I've got books.

[ With chord tables and everything! ]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Oh. You're one of those, aren't you.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

One of those... what? People who can read?

[ At this point he is no longer getting his hopes up that her comment could end up meaning something good. ]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

One of those people who think you can learn everything from a book. Did you also learn how to have sex from a book? What about playing a sport, assuming you're any good at that, which I kinda have my doubts about.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ The mundane's mind is wandering to terrible places right now.

The Philip's mind... is slightly annoyed and would not dignify this explanation with anything other than an eyeroll, were he and Santana talking face to face.

But as it were he will have to vocalise his feelings, starting with a heavy sigh. ]

I'm-- not like that.

[ Yes. Yes, he is. ]

It's just a guitar, I think a book will do for a few notes and chords. Besides, I don't--

...I didn't know anyone who played here.

[ That and the whole point of the guitar exercise was to avoid social interaction, buuut the less said about that the better. ]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Ah, but you're obviously wrong. The book's doing squat for notes and chords. Mainly because you're trying to do an entire freakin' song all at once.

...That was a song, right?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

[ Deep sigh. ]

Yes, it was supposed to be a song. And yes, the guitar was in-tune, just in case you were going to mention that as well.

[ Because he's been over that with Dean already. Really, he's starting to get the message. ]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Did you tune it?

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

I asked the closet for it. I had a friend tune it again. I think it's fine.

[ Though why he insists on that will remain a mystery. You'd think a wonky guitar was a better culprit than his lack of skills. ]

[itsahotone.livejournal.com]

Then you really don't have any excuse left, do you? [She tsks oh-so-sadly for him.] Stick to notes and work your way up. Then you can totally join a band and I can sing. Awesome way to pass the time.

[...It's unclear if she's serious or not.]

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

Right, I'll... I will.

[ The corner of his mouth twitches. The notion of making fast progress is slowly dying in a dark corner. ]

...But I guess it's going to take me a while.