Dangerously dangerous, I decide, because he's in front of the door before I can even get my hand on the doorknob. My stunningly amazing reflexes kick in and I fall backwards into a totally intentional roll.
I right myself up into a kneel and look up just as he's beginning to play his trumpet. The sound that comes out is terrible, almost painful, and I clap my hands to my ears and wince.
"Geeze, man, take a lesson or two if you're going to carry that thing around."
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[Hm. I must admit I'm not overly fond of GM whatsoever.]
Date: 2012-05-14 09:34 pm (UTC)I right myself up into a kneel and look up just as he's beginning to play his trumpet. The sound that comes out is terrible, almost painful, and I clap my hands to my ears and wince.
"Geeze, man, take a lesson or two if you're going to carry that thing around."