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"Always." He bats his lashes up at Scar before turning his attention back to the ukulele. He twists one of the keys a bit tighter.

"So! Big guy! What brings you to this side of the park? Lured by my musical talents?"

Hm.

Perhaps he needs to see BJ less often, lest his less-than-sanitary and even-less-subtle friend get his hopes too high.

Lawrence neither confirms nor denies the allure of BJ's little tune. He's still frowning down at the instrument.

"That is a very small guitar."

"You mean my ukelele?" He does a little fancy fingerwork, plucking out a honkey tonk tune before finishing it off with a flourish. "Well, technically a banjolele, but who's counting?"

Beetlejuice looks between Miriam and Scar, his entertainer and professional annoying person mask firmly in place.

"I take requests!"

The sequence of syllables is so foreign to Scar's ears that he doesn't entirely believe BJ has said a real word, but he won't be questioning it any further than a faint deepening of his frown.

Miriam, however, is thoroughly entranced.

Scar's eyes dart between his perpetually babied Skitty and the perpetually babyish man.

They're going to be here a while.

Scar slips his 'Gear from his pocket and taps the button that brings up the music. He scrolls through the saved songs Boomer Style, his hands dwarfing the 'Gear as he makes his selection, then holds it up for BJ to see the cover art-- A dreadfully cheap digital drawing of a Magikarp. The song, you'll never guess, is called Ma-gi-karp.

The tune is borderline unbearable.

[ When the godawful earworm comes blaring over Scar's Gear, Beetlejuice just kind of stares at him. The song continues to play and he continues to stare. Does he want to impress Scar THIS much? ]

[ He wrestles with this for a moment. Then, with a breath he starts playing the infernal melody. BJ is great at playing by ear, so his version is about as good as a ukelele version of Mag-gi-Karp can be. As he plays he searches Scar's face for approval.]

Eh? eh?

The tune begins, and the Skitty that has been sitting enraptured for her entire rapturous experience erupts with glee. Bright pipipi's punctuate the staccato that emulates the dududu's.

Watching his very tiny cat bounce and "sing," Scar's eyes do soften. He will continue to stand in silence until the performance concludes. Unfortunately for sanity but conveniently for ending it now rather than later, it's really only 2 stanzas. BJ could stop whenever he wants and no one, not even Scar, would be the wiser.

When the song ends, he will be standing there to give a small, approving nod.

Beetlejuice plays Ma-gi-karp for a hot minute. The little Skitty is cute as shit and it's nice to have somebody actually like something he's doing. Negative attention is way easier to than positive so he's going to milk this for all it's worth.

At first.

He keeps playing. Miriam keeps pipipiing. It doesn't stop. The song becomes an earworm. An inward spiral to his most central core. It shoots it through with thin, white hot cracks.

Beetlejuice concedes the battle. He stops playing and rests his hand against the strings.

"Little livewire isn't she?"

The earworm spiral hits Scar like a foam Miniorcraft sword hurled at a brick wall. He has lived Ma-gi-karp. He has breathed it. He is one with it. Anything for his baby kitty.

Miriam, blessedly, is unoffended when the ceaseless refrain does, in fact, cease. She keeps bouncing, keeps pipi-ing. She's never been to a concert before! New experience!!

Scar can't help it if his face flickers with a note of smugness that BJ has finally been bested in the sacred combat of Being Annoying. He offers another nod.

"Miriam," he calls to her, a far more notable softness in his voice. Scar holds his arm out, and the Skitty gets the message that it's time to stop bothering Tiny Guitar Man. She springs up, tiny claws catching in Scar's hand as she finds her footing before scrambling up his arm and onto her shoulder perch.

Beetlejuice watches Scar recall his cat in probably the worst way he can imagine. He twitches the hand that's hovering over the strings, an unconscious and sympathetic reflex.It makes him wonder about Scar--more than he already does.

The man is a mystery.

"Got plans?"

Scar gives absolutely no impression that he is bothered by The Grippers. Miriam settles on her shoulder perch with practiced ease.

"Miriam was restless. I am also out of cumin."

He resumes his journey down the winding park walkway, wordlessly assuming that BJ will follow. He usually does.

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