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>I open the door to the NasCar, hopping in quickly. I glance over to Naser as he starts the car.
>"Mind if we stop by a music store on the way there? I'll feel bad if I don't get her anything." I say to Naser who shoots an eyebrow up at me.
>"She really does just want you to be there, Anon." he says, shrugging. "But we can stop if you'd like." He nods at me as we pull out of the parking lot. I open my phone and browse a bit, checking to see any gifts that match my price tag of almost nothing. I can't find anything in particular before we end up at a local place, somewhere Fang comes to religiously Naser tells me.
>We head on in and I start to frantically search, surely there's SOMETHING I can find. Guy behind the counter notices me floundering.
>"Hey my man. You looking for something in particular?" he asks. I look over to the longhaired pale yellow micro raptor.
>"Uh, a birthday gift. Something not too expensive if possible." I say, still looking over any and everything. I pick up some drum sticks before placing them back down.
>"Hmmmm." He contemplates while scratching his scruffy chin.
>"They play guitar or bass?" He asks, an idea popping into his head.
>"Uh, yeah she does. Guitar primarily." He beams at this idea.
>"Hey I got something for you then, cmere." He gestures me over to the counter. He pulls out a small device with a lever on the top and some spinning dials.
>I look at the strange thing he has as he pulls out a few guitar picks. "How's a few custom stamped picks sound?" he says, beaming at me. Raptor Jesus I'm saved.
>"Oh that's awesome actually." I glance through the colors he has and pick out a few ones with a darker shade and swirl patterns.
>He starts spinning the dials on the thing, reaching down to plug a cord into somewhere behind the counter. The machine whirs to life and he sets a pick into it.
>"What's your message my man?" He asks
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>>66336675
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>I open the door to the NasCar, hopping in quickly. I glance over to Naser as he starts the car.
>"Mind if we stop by a music store on the way there? I'll feel bad if I don't get her anything." I say to Naser who shoots an eyebrow up at me.
>"She really does just want you to be there, Anon." he says, shrugging. "But we can stop if you'd like." He nods at me as we pull out of the parking lot. I open my phone and browse a bit, checking to see any gifts that match my price tag of almost nothing. I can't find anything in particular before we end up at a local place, somewhere Fang comes to religiously Naser tells me.
>We head on in and I start to frantically search, surely there's SOMETHING I can find. Guy behind the counter notices me floundering.
>"Hey my man. You looking for something in particular?" he asks. I look over to the longhaired pale yellow micro raptor.
>"Uh, a birthday gift. Something not too expensive if possible." I say, still looking over any and everything. I pick up some drum sticks before placing them back down.
>"Hmmmm." He contemplates while scratching his scruffy chin.
>"They play guitar or bass?" He asks, an idea popping into his head.
>"Uh, yeah she does. Guitar primarily." He beams at this idea.
>"Hey I got something for you then, cmere." He gestures me over to the counter. He pulls out a small device with a lever on the top and some spinning dials.
>I look at the strange thing he has as he pulls out a few guitar picks. "How's a few custom stamped picks sound?" he says, beaming at me. Raptor Jesus I'm saved.
>"Oh that's awesome actually." I glance through the colors he has and pick out a few ones with a darker shade and swirl patterns.
>He starts spinning the dials on the thing, reaching down to plug a cord into somewhere behind the counter. The machine whirs to life and he sets a pick into it.
>"What's your message my man?" He asks
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