03 ♥ audio (late night)

[matadorable]

[This is the first time he's ever made a top post with his guitar, and the second time he's ever publicly played anything over the network.

After seeing how everyone reacted to Dorian's version of "Wonderwall", he wasn't in a hurry to put himself out there, least of all with something as intensely personal as his music.

But he's feeling pensive tonight, and he has too much free time on his hands now that the holidays are over and Heropa has been rescued. At around 1:30 in the morning, he starts a live audio feed. Without any words of introduction, an uncharacteristically melancholy guitar piece floats through the network. There are no vocals, no words -- Manolo's guitar does the singing for him tonight.

Music buffs will indeed recognize it as a rendition of "Caroline, No" by The Beach Boys. The interpretation is Manolo's own work, done entirely by ear (not an easy thing to do with a guitar solo, considering the complexity of the original source material). But even those who are unfamiliar with the song may feel quiet pangs of sadness and a sense of longing for simpler, happier times...

Once the song reaches its conclusion and the final notes gently fade into silence, Manolo simply closes the feed.]

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[matadorable]

Okay. [He's glad to hear Dr. Gottlieb hadn't pushed himself too hard by moving Manolo into a completely different town.] Some people's powers can be kind of tricky, so I just wanted to make sure...

[What did he do to deserve such hospitality? Neither of them strike Manolo as the "people-person" type, which makes the generous offer all the more incredible.]

Are you sure? I don't wanna intrude. Odd hours are fine, though. I kind of keep a weird schedule too, these days.

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[driftsintobuffetline]

If I was an asshole to Hermann, I'd like to think somebody would look after him, too. So yeah. Plus, I don't know. I don't personally give a flying fuck about getting back in Joaquin's good graces if he's pissed at us, but I'd prefer if we didn't play the 'where is Manolo, is he okay?' guessing game again for a bit, so this kills two birds with one stone and Hermann has been worried about the dumbass cat, so that's three. [He's a terrible liar. But liking you two defies logic so he's just got to make excuses.]

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[matadorable]

[He can't help but wince a little.] Well...to be fair, Joaquin does have a right to be angry with me. Sorry for worrying you, though. I'll make sure to take good care of your cat while you two are gone.