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Bran is by Kiri!
It was impossible for the young male to keep his fingers from dancing over the strings of the guitar, even when his brothers voice died down and the melody he had teased from the strings changed once more. He didn't have to think about what his fingers were doing- his brain moved them automatically around the instrument without him putting conscious thought into it. He did, however, strum them less passionately, effectively lowering the volume so that any answer to his question might be heard by everyone. It wouldn't be very hospitable of him to play so loud that nobody could talk over it, especially since this was a sociable gathering. Chocolate ears pricked forward as two simple words from Lilin confirmed that she didn't know how to play anything. In Bran's mind, knowing how to play an instrument was something that was a luxury, but something he relied on to shut himself off from the world. When all else failed, the soothing colours and shapes of the guitar allowed him to ignore the rest of the world, even for just a few moments.
Bran gave a soft laugh when Saul admitted that he'd had no luck with a flute. Bran himself had learnt to play the flute when he was young, but he thought it best not to rub it in his cousins face. Well, if'ya wanna know how ta play, i'll teacha. He offered with a smile in Saul and Lilin's direction. It was nice to know how to play, even if it wasn't a particularly useful skill. He allowed eyelids to close over dark brown eyes, strumming against the strings for a moment, before an idea popped into his mind. With a sly look around, he spotted the empty bottle that he'd placed by his leg a little while ago when he'd finished off the bottle. With a mischevious grin, he tossed the bottle in the air, catching it expertly even if he was a little drunk.
Anyone up fer a game o' truth or dare? He asked, giving each a grin before placing the bottle sideways on the floor. With an expert twist of his hand, he spun the bottle, a fast spin that could end up anywhere. As it slowly swung to a stop, he gave a delighted 'whoop' when it pointed towards his brother. So, Nier.. What'll it be? Truth or Dare?" He asked, eyebrows wiggling cheekily as he waited for his brothers decision.
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