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[He notes the song she puts on to play, the quiet background blues song filling the air. Songs are not chosen without purpose, in Birdie's case. She often imbues music with more meaning than he ever thinks to do.

Shoes off, he begins to shrug out of his jacket and vest. He's not a very modest man, except for revealing his hands. Barring Birdie being upset by it, he's not bothered to change in her bedroom. Like his shoes being lined up, he neatly folds his clothing as he then sets it aside in a pile.]

I can't imagine not thinking about how I'm coming off in public. Though I know plenty who you're right, don't mind embarrassing themselves and would find falling off a bull a good time. Or doing karaoke no matter how they sounded.

What song is this?

[ There's not much modesty in Birdie. Probably obvious, given her times spent naked up on the roof in better weather. Still, she doesn't make watching him undress a thing done with intent. Not that she doesn't want to, but there's a certain temptation to it, a want, she'd rather keep further to the back of her mind than front and center. Doesn't stop her from glancing over at him, though, keeping the figure of him in the corner of her vision as she moves around and puts other records away. ]

Oh, there's all sorts of otherwise embarrassing things that can be a good time. Karaoke is a good one, though, but you know me. I'm very biased.

[ The record plays, and it's not as intentionally meaningful as it might seem. Sometimes it's less the song, the message, than it is hearing a voice she misses. ]

Odetta, Hard Oh Lord. [ The lyrics do pack a punch, though. Hard ain't it hard, ain't it hard, oh lord, to love and to be loved. ] She did folk a lot of the time, but this is her 'Odetta Sings the Blues' album.

I've had to listen to karaoke in the past, if that counts. I've definitely gotten some good blackmail out of it, but not from everyone, because a lot of people don't care if they look like an idiot doing it.

[Those like Jesper even seem to think that's part of the fun.

He changes swiftly out of his damp clothing and into sweatpants and a long-sleeved undershirt in a dark gray. Everything is folded up neatly and laid on a chair before he goes over to examine her record collection where she's putting some away. The lyrics are indeed pointed, ones that linger with him, too.]

She might've been onto something. May I?

[He gives a little nod at her collection.]

Mechanical bull probably isn't near as good for blackmail as it would be for insurance fraud.

[ She keeps herself mostly turned toward the records, fiddling idly with them between glances back in his direction. The blues keeps on, hard oh lord ain't it hard, as he finishes his quickchange. ]

Odetta always was. [ It's said with a smile, fond but small, as she sets down the record in her hands and makes room for him to come up and do whatever he likes with the records. ] And she sang Dylan better than he did by miles.

I don't think it's hard to sing better than Dylan. At least in regards to the quality of his voice. It was memorable, but not dulcet.

[He's just browsing her collection as he gets warm from the dry clothes, his damp hair a little wavy and haphazard as he bends over to read the back of one.]

Are you thinking about Lorelai?

[He means in regards to the hard lovin' song playing.]

Don't figure he was trying for dulcet, which makes the bar pretty damn low.

[ It's nice, seeing him like this. Warming up, more casual. Even the wave in his hair, these small dishevelments from his usual look. She's watching how the light plays in it when he asks about Lorelai, and it takes her a moment to get her head around an answer. ]

Fitting to be, I think. She liked Odetta, too.

[ She was also, at many different points, very hard to love and be loved by. ]

I'll admit I still like his songs. His voice works for them. Though I won't argue that other people certainly have some covers that they do better.

I think it might be nice to witness that, if one's ego doesn't get in the way. Taking what you've built and seeing other people add onto it or adapt it.

[He lets the pause linger until she's ready to talk. As impatient as Kaz is in most social circumstances, he can wait when he feels it's worthwhile. Birdie is always worth that while to him.]

Sometimes little things just trigger moments of the past. And other times, we seek them out. Do you want to talk about it, or should we talk about something else?

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