[ He brought his guitar along for their "practice," he may as well use it. Greg thumbs the strings a couple times, feeling out a rhythm. He doesn't want to use the juice on something too big; Doctor just needs a little demonstration.
The melody that comes out is sweet and energetic: an old familiar tune he can't place, but has played through in his head a few times in the past. Motes of pinkish light well around Greg as he plays, pulsing gently to the beat and casting the room in pastel shades of color. The penthouse floor glitters, as though they're seated atop calm waters. ]
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[ He brought his guitar along for their "practice," he may as well use it. Greg thumbs the strings a couple times, feeling out a rhythm. He doesn't want to use the juice on something too big; Doctor just needs a little demonstration.
The melody that comes out is sweet and energetic: an old familiar tune he can't place, but has played through in his head a few times in the past. Motes of pinkish light well around Greg as he plays, pulsing gently to the beat and casting the room in pastel shades of color. The penthouse floor glitters, as though they're seated atop calm waters. ]