Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27062997-20151218162344/@comment-11163511-20160101034053

Bane furrowed his brows, not being too sure how Mac could interpret him using the scones for a stress ball as some musical cue. They were on the topic of music, after all but he found it weird. He was also concerned about how her tapping could damage his fragile plates, plates that were irreplaceable for they were so old. But he dismissed it for the skill displayed intrigued him, on beat and constant. "Oh my..." He rubbed his hand on his chin, only to realize he was rubbing crumbs over himself. "Oops." He muttered as he tried to dust them off. He wondered if he should be happy or ashamed of such a fail. "Anywhos, ever tart av joinin' de school orchestra or marchin' band? Dohs are might sleck beats you've got dare." Bane smirked at Mac and her drumsticks. "An naw, please don't take it as an affront. Who cares what dohs popular people tink, joinin' is a deadly opportunity ter brush up on yisser drumming, yer nu. They offer a deadly variety av pieces ter play dat might be av yisser interest. Take it from me, oi'm wi' doh fiddlers." He said in a bit of a flirty tone, more or less to make himself sound like a wannabe but honestly he would like a good collaboration whenever possible. As long as it stays within business terms, he's alright with it. Since Mac seemed to be someone who might have been underestimated in her guts, he really should try to make her feel that she wasn't looked down in his presence, so he added: "For yisser information, it cud be de start av gettin' yerself a place in a peelers stashun or even de army! Ye'd git ter show aff yisser talents an' also be de 'ero yer alwus wanted ter be." Lassies these days are all the rage when it comes to proving their independence, so this could really get her.