Letting the guitar slide to his back, snowflake-pattern strap slipping around his chest, he pulled something else from his guitar with a -click- and then yawned, that already too-short shirt rising up a little as he stretched his arms above his head.
"How was that?" He lowered his hands to his hips, tapping his foot along to whatever song the shop speakers were playing at the moment. Even if it was boring, it was still music.