[ Honestly, despite his rather brash personality, Eddie has never had much more going on his life outside of music and D&D. Heβs devoted most of his concentration to those two things alone, and closing himself in his room to figure out the newest Metallica tune or working on his next campaign always just seemed just a little more appealing than anything else.
He knows heβs good. Not good enough for a record deal, but good, and itβs nice to know that he didnβt permanently alter his fingerprints for nothing. When heβs done and the last chord has echoed into the trees, he offers an awkward half-bow and beams. ]
And you wanted me to play Kumbaya.
[ He snorts. Kumbaya will never get its dues, not from him. ]
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He knows heβs good. Not good enough for a record deal, but good, and itβs nice to know that he didnβt permanently alter his fingerprints for nothing. When heβs done and the last chord has echoed into the trees, he offers an awkward half-bow and beams. ]
And you wanted me to play Kumbaya.
[ He snorts. Kumbaya will never get its dues, not from him. ]
What do you listen to back home?