Twenty Nine Truffula Trees

[whichwayyoulean]

[It has been some weeks since the Once-ler could play his guitar, the broken ribs he'd received during the Event Horizon mess had made it too painful. But now he's healed enough, he's making the most of it. He's sitting on his clinic bed, his journal open beside him, playing one of the many songs he's learned since arriving here. After he's finished, he lets out a satisfied sort of sigh]

I missed that. [Oh right, open journal] Any requests? I'm out of practise. I can't promise I'll know it, but I'll give it a shot.

[Lucrezia]
[He'd asked for time, and it's what she has given him. He can't fault her for that, so:]

I've still got your birthday gift to play for you, you know.

[Alvin and Blues]
I don't know about you guys, but I think we should give our car a test run. And a name, probably. But given my love for lisping syllables, someone else should probably do that.

Comments

[hellofist]

You want to... be good, though. That's what counts.

[whichwayyoulean]

...Yeah, I guess it does. [He's never really convinced, but at least he'll agree in words]

[hellofist]

[She frowns at him, kicks one of his crutches with just enough force to make him wobble but not fall.]

Stop that. I say you're good, you're good. Told you, can't fool me.

[whichwayyoulean]

[He does indeed wobble, with a yelp]

Sorry, it's still kind of a big...road hump.

[hellofist]

Will tell you... every day, then. Every day, til you... see it too.

[whichwayyoulean]

[That manages to get the smallest of smiles out of him]

Every day, huh? That's a big responsibility.

[hellofist]

I'm responsible for... entire city, back home. Can handle you, don't worry.

[whichwayyoulean]

Well, if you're absolutely sure, I wouldn't complain.

[hellofist]

Completely sure. Wouldn't lie to you.

[whichwayyoulean]

No. I know you wouldn't.

[hellofist]

Good. Should always be able... to trust superheroes.

[whichwayyoulean]

Darn tootin. You guys are our example, and all that.