Orsino looked over at the sound of Donaghan's approach and smirked good-naturedly.
"Oh, I don't know. Apparently some people like that sound. Although," he remarked, flicking the remaining half to the ground and putting it out. "I really don't make a habit of it. I don't actually remember when the last time I had one of these was...or even when I bought this pack..." Considering the small box he'd just pulled out of his pocket for a few moments, he shrugged and replaced it.
"But anyway, I'm glad you came. I have it in my mind to buy something, though I don't really know what. I need someone to make sure I don't walk out with half the store again."
In truth, Orsino wasn't even sure that he was planning to buy anything percussion-related this time. He had a veritable percussion museum in his flat, and sometimes he wondered at the fact he hadn't ever tried to pick up any sort of instrument that didn't require being hit with something. Yes, he was the drummer, but during the months that didn't include recording or touring, perhaps it would be fun to learn something new.