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[fiddlerinthestreet]

[He hasn't been here very long. Not in comparison to Jilly and some of her friends. But every day without his fiddle has felt like a lifetime. Geordie can barely remember a day that's gone by where that fiddle of his hadn't accompanied him on a journey.

It's not being so far from Newford that matters. Not even being so far from his brother and his friends. It's the lack of a fiddle - his fiddle - that felt as if it would slowly drive him mad.

On Jilly's advice, he had taken to haunting the items shop. And today, of all days, it's finally paid off. It might not be his and the thing might be old and the strings not properly tuned, but it's still a fiddle.

For the rest of the day, you can find him by the fountain, playing the fiddle without a care in the world. Eventually, a tune can be heard through the journal.]

I'm taking requests, if anybody has any.



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Player Name: Jenny
Are you new?: N
Character Name: Geordie Riddell
Character Fandom: Newford Series

Comments

[keepsmehonest]

Oh. [It's probably a good thing that this isn't a video. Hopefully the picture won't project too much of an embarrassed look.] You're probably right.

[herotypical]

And I think she'd like anything you made. Honest.

[keepsmehonest]

[He grimaces a little. It's not so much that he means to be a terrible cook as just... not really having the patience for it.]

Friendship only goes so far.

[herotypical]

What are you talking about? Friendship goes furthest.

[ beyond romance, at least. ]

[keepsmehonest]

[There's absolutely nothing that he wouldn't do for Jilly. She's his best friend, the person he cares for most in this world. And any other. But...]

You've never had my cooking.