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@almightythirst | THAT POST GIVES ME LIFE I WANNA PLAY OW FOR JESSE NOW
[ The harmonica in Jesse's hand is wooden, yes, carved carefully to whatever perfection is achievable without any real measuring tools. The design itself is simple, but it looks like something that'd been sliced with care. The wood smells new, too.
Logan rubs at the tip of his nose. ] I'm countin' on you to blow me outta the water.
I SUPPORT THAT 110% <3
You tryin' to give me a bad case of stage fright?
[ It's clearly a joke- he doesn't really sound the least bit worried. It takes a lot more than an impromptu harmonica performance to embarrass a guy who walks around in a cowboy getup on the daily.
Jesse brings the harmonica to his lips and tests it out, throwing out the start of a tune or two before he gets started on an only slightly stilted rendition of Ghost Riders In The Sky. What can he say? It's been a while. ]