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Fandom Pride Picnic: The Park, Sunday Afternoon

Yesterday's rainbow was still going strong, the weather was still beautiful, and the flowers that had sprouted up for yesterday were still in full bloom, all reaching up toward that rainbow the way most flowers reached for the sun.

In the park, a veritable miniature carnival had sprung up, with a ball pit (stocked with balls in all colours of the rainbow, of course) and giant inflatable kraken slide for all to enjoy. There was also a stage for any entertainers who might want a spotlight this afternoon, and there were several booths, in case people wanted to set up to hand out informational pamphlets (in the spirit of Pride, naturally), or set up a kissing booth for charity or any such thing they pleased.

Plus, food. Of course food. It would be a pretty sad picnic without that.

And so, the park was geared up for a party. Come one, come all!

[OOC: Open for business! Come in, be proud!]

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Dante shrugged. "He taught me how to play the guitar and he's the only one on the island who seems to know how."

"Eliot does," Kathy said. "Though he likes acoustic more. I was thinking about bugging him for lessons, but I didn't want to, like, step on your toes?"

Which sounded really stupid, now that she said it out loud.

Dante squinted at her. "We could use a second guitarist for the band. Or a bassist," he said.

He was unsure where the toes-stepping came in, honestly.

"I have a motorcycle because of you and you also play guitar and I was worried it would look like I was, I don't know, trying to copy your personality and don't look at me like that, Dante, I can hear I'm being ridiculous right now." At least she could laugh while she was saying that? While shaking her head at herself, of course.

"I worried it would look like I was trying too hard," she said with a shrug. "Like, 'look at me! I like what you like!' Or something."

"Why should it bother me if you're finding out you're into some of the same shit as I am?" Dante said. "Like, that doesn't make any sense. You never did shit to ape me before, why start now that we're good?"

"I've been thinking about it for awhile," she admitted. "Back before we were good. Learning stuff is another decent way to distract me from bullshit; my brain still doesn't shut up but it usually starts babbling on about whatever it is I'm trying to learn. But--yeah, I know. It was a dumb thing to worry about."

Part of her problem was how persuasive shit could sound inside her own head. She needed to get better at saying things aloud to recognize when her brain was being stupid.

Dante let out a soft, amused look. "I don't think you're doing this to impress me," he promised. "And I think it's cool. We can drive Anders nuts together."

"He can leave your dorm to avoid you practicing and head to my place to find me doing the same," Kathy said. "I'm sure he'll love that. Though we could always retaliate by reminding him at least it isn't the lute."

She smirked at that, brushing her hair back behind her ear. "I thought about learning the violin from Hardison instead," she admitted. "But ~~I have a cute guitar icon~~ ~~I don't like playing with myself that way~~ it didn't really speak to me the way an acoustic does. Plus 'Asian girl playing the violin' is pretty much a walking stereotype. My parents would have loved it."

"Swing by Groovy Tunes on Friday sometime, we'll find you a sick acoustic," Dante said, grinning. He swallowed back a joke about making her parents roll in their graves.

Probably for the best. She'd just point out that they didn't have one and that would be a mood-killer.

"Do acoustics come in sick?" she checked. "I thought they were closer to the wholesome end of the spectrum. I was hoping to pick up a pair of horn-rimmed glasses and go full-on hipster."

"I have one," Dante said. "You're telling me my guitar isn't sick?"

"...Have I ever seen your acoustic?" Kathy asked, trying to remember. "I know I've seen the electric guitar and that's sick." And also in his personal color scheme, which delighted Kathy to no end.

"Yeah, I got a fancy red one," Dante said. "I'll bring it by sometime."

"You can impress me while I'm struggling with scales," Kathy said. "Show me what can be mastered with hard effort and dedication."

Kathy, that expression suggested you'd stopped talking about guitars sometime in there.

"Thought I'd already showed you that one a few times," Dante said, not missing the undertone in her voice.

You could tell by his raised eyebrows.

"I'm a very slow learner and prone to forget things unless they're repeated frequently."

She even managed to say that with a straight face.

"And you do like to repeat frequently," Dante said.

"I like making sure I get it," Kathy said with an innocence that no one, especially not Dante, could believe.

"Yeah, you like to study long and hard, all through the night," Dante said.

He was even worse at innocence.

"And the mornings," Kathy said earnestly. She was better at that, at least. "And the afternoons. Honestly, I just really like an intense study session pretty much whenever."

She grinned at him, then added, more genuinely, "But hey, sometimes just sitting around shooting the shit is just as good."

Maybe he'd roll his eyes at that, but she just...wanted to acknowledge that.

"We can do that again when you come pick up your guitar," Dante said, the smirk vanishing from his eyes as well as his mouth.

"I promise I have no plans to seduce you at your place of work," Kathy said. "That would make Tuesday lunches with Raven awkward, if nothing else."

"I kinda like my job," Dante admitted. "So not getting tossed out on my ass would be great."

Kathy held up three fingers, even though she'd never been a Girl Scout in her life. "I can control my unnatural appetites for the duration of one visit, Scout's honor."

"Control 'em until 5:05 at least," Dante said.

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