((Chronos Diem RPG. OOC Logs: Zi-Mi/West. PG-13))
Their two-year old twins were passed out on a new set of drums that West had somehow conjured up, and he sat on a stool behind them, idly tapping the sticks to a quiet beat.
”So I can get rid of this?” His acoustic guitar was held in both of her hands, the tone meant to be joking, if wry.
”……….” A rare look of rage flared on his face upon seeing her with the instrument, their daughter kicking her legs in the air; dreaming of running. “No, that stays.”
Raising a brow at his expression, not understood by her. “What? You don’t play it—” Her look got blank as he stood up, marching over to her to take it from her grip, and walked back over to back behind the drums. “Hello darkness my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again.”