Wren grins when the man doesn't startle or stop, delighted at having someone to play with, and the way the tune takes on a life of its own, winding and dancing. He leans into the beat of it a little bit, coming closer to pick up on his energy and play off it. It makes him miss Rian and Lex, a little painfully, but in a way that's better than pretending he doesn't.
"Actually, when I moved here, they handed me a guitar and let me know it was recommended I keep it with me at all times," Wren deadpans. "That wasn't in your welcome kit?" He suspects, at least, from the phrasing that the man's newish here too. He smiles. "To be honest, you're the first other person I've run into, especially at this hour. But luckily so, your playing is beautiful." He shoulders the guitar and holds out a hand. "I'm Wren."
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Date: 2014-09-27 05:01 pm (UTC)"Actually, when I moved here, they handed me a guitar and let me know it was recommended I keep it with me at all times," Wren deadpans. "That wasn't in your welcome kit?" He suspects, at least, from the phrasing that the man's newish here too. He smiles. "To be honest, you're the first other person I've run into, especially at this hour. But luckily so, your playing is beautiful." He shoulders the guitar and holds out a hand. "I'm Wren."