Peace out, bitches. (drsnarkfest) wrote in endofworldbar, @ 2009-04-16 23:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | greg house (vs) |
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It took a few days before the pull of human interaction with someone that was over three feet tall drove the cranky doctor from his room. (This self-imposed exile had been helped, for better or worse, by his discovery that the bar would feed both him and Allegra in their room. He would've left otherwise, of course. Eventually.)
There was currently a very pensive sort of blues melody drifting from the piano on stage, Greg trying (and failing) to distract himself from the building withdrawl loneliness by immersing himself in his music. Occasionally, he would turn without missing a beat to check on his daughter, sitting in a violently-colorful pile of foam blocks a few feet away. She seemed generally happy, which was about the only thing keeping him from heading back up to their room. It was one thing to pull this shit on him, but his daughter deserved better. She deserved her father, not... whoever that was, he'd seen before. She deserved not to be cursed like he was.
Sighing, he started on a new song, a little slower, a minor key- probably less inviting than the earlier music. But he's going to keep going, until someone comes over and asks him to stop sulking. Any takers?