Basco lowers his new trumpet with a grumble and a scowl. He fixes it with a glare that lays upon its brassy shoulders the faults of all undignified sounds in the known universe, particularly the very undignified one he just managed to produce from it. All he was trying to do was repeat one note, the same note, in a uniform manner. Was that so much to ask?
Back to the mast, Basco slides down to a crouch, then to sit, long legs folded over on themselves to allow him to sit on the small floorspace of the Crow's Nest. The wind up here is sharp, not too chilly, but after a while it begins to cut through a body, especially if that body's a breed not used to even moderately cool temperatures. Like himself.
The shawl isn't just a fashion statement. He pulls it tighter 'round his shoulders, toying with the rotating sphere mounted to the bottom of the trumpet. He hasn't found any function for it yet, but it seems to relate to the other copper and bronze-toned parts of the instrument.
It's almost like a normal brass trumpet had other bits grafted onto it, and rather than let his thoughts drift through topics he doesn't want to think about, or even know how he feels about -- examining this new shiny is the much safer option.
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Basco lowers his new trumpet with a grumble and a scowl. He fixes it with a glare that lays upon its brassy shoulders the faults of all undignified sounds in the known universe, particularly the very undignified one he just managed to produce from it. All he was trying to do was repeat one note, the same note, in a uniform manner. Was that so much to ask?
Back to the mast, Basco slides down to a crouch, then to sit, long legs folded over on themselves to allow him to sit on the small floorspace of the Crow's Nest. The wind up here is sharp, not too chilly, but after a while it begins to cut through a body, especially if that body's a breed not used to even moderately cool temperatures. Like himself.
The shawl isn't just a fashion statement. He pulls it tighter 'round his shoulders, toying with the rotating sphere mounted to the bottom of the trumpet. He hasn't found any function for it yet, but it seems to relate to the other copper and bronze-toned parts of the instrument.
It's almost like a normal brass trumpet had other bits grafted onto it, and rather than let his thoughts drift through topics he doesn't want to think about, or even know how he feels about -- examining this new shiny is the much safer option.