[ @welcometrainers — cont. from 🎤 ]
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There was a smile on his face he saw Milo’s positive reaction, rubbing the back of his neck. “There’s a guitar store in Spikemuth, so I figured why not get one since I’m gonna be teachin’ you how to play one?” He then nodded at Milo’s assumption. He’d taken a flying taxi, because there was no way he’d be able to physically walk all the way to Turfield without his legs giving out. But the important part was that he’d made it and Milo enjoyed the gift. “You’re welcome.”
As he stepped inside, he couldn’t help but chuckle at Milo hugging the guitar. It was honestly quite a relief, considering how much he’d fretted over which guitar to get him, or even to get him a guitar at all. Obviously worrying greatly over if he’d like it. Turns out, he had nothing to worry about. He raised an eyebrow at Milo words. “Huh? What do you mean by that? You.. got me somethin’, too?”










