PUMPKIN HOLLOW: IC INBOX

[cacophonish]

"...is this thing on?"


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[sistermagnetic]

Sober is the rarer way to see Jeff anyway, from what she's seen, so she's not surprised to find him off-kilter. But she also knows that he's very much like her and her people, so she knew she could trust that he would have scrounged enough by now to make up the rest of the Brass for this endeavor.

She just waits for him to really parse what she's given him, then smiles and shakes him just a little bit on his stool.

"You're getting a guitar. I'm just enabling you."

[cacophonish]

Jeff's speechless. He's also frozen as he's processing, fully processing, then--

"Holy shit!"

He throws his arms around Magne, hugging her as tightly as his skinny body will allow.

[sistermagnetic]

She laughs, wrapping an arm around his shoulders in kind and scooping him close, her cheek against the top of his head.

"You'll have to play me something later," she teases.

[cacophonish]

He grins and takes a moment to just enjoy the hug. "I'm gonna play you so many things, you're gonna get sick of it."

Then, he pulls away so he can look Magne in the face as he says, sincerely, "Thanks. This really... It means a lot to me. I've been, um. Feeling really, you know... incomplete, without one."

[sistermagnetic]

She's already decided it, this is her boy, she's gonna squeeze him.

When he looks back at her like that, so earnestly grateful, she smiles back at him, patting his cheek then just leaving her hand there. "Trust me hun, I get it. I'm never gonna get back the thing that was an extension of me and it hurts more than I can even really say, so if I can help fix that for you then that's time and money well spent, for me."