33 Apocalypse Ave, Tuesday Afternoon

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It was October, even if the weather didn't match Tumblr's expectations of the month, and Kathy was getting into the spooky spirit. She'd decorated the living room with some window decals and a small stuffed bat for the cats to play with, there were a chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven and a bowl of ganache cooling on the counter for chocolate monster cookies, and two gallons of apple cider sat in the fridge, waiting to be mulled or spiked with cinnamon-flavored booze.

Now she was sprawled on the couch, playing through her repertoire of songs she'd learned on the guitar, and trying to figure out if she could learn to play Bad Moon Rising before it ceased being relevant. Hmm, maybe she should try to play something off of the Bad Seeds' Murder Ballads instead.

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"Well, Eliot's my main guitar teacher," Kathy pointed out. "It's either old fogey music or country."

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"This is why we gotta practice more," Dante decided. "Teach you some real rock."

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"Oh?" Kathy asked, raising her eyebrows at him. "Who do you think I should be playing?"

As if she'd never heard him blaring Combichrist and Noisia from his stereo before.

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"Maybe somebody with a little more roar," Dante said, wandering over towards her. "Though you know... maybe baby steps."

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"Baby steps?" Kathy asked with an incredulous laugh. "What, you don't think I can handle roar? Dante, I'm offended!"

As he could tell by the laughing.

"No monster cookies for you."

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"I'm just saying, maybe start at Avril Lavigne and work your way up," Dante said, smirking. "Or Miley Cyrus."

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"Rude," Kathy said, throwing a pillow shaped like a pumpkin at Dante's head. "I'll have you know, I'm at least as hard as Babymetal, dammit. At least."

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"In your dreams," Dante said, easily dodging the pillow in the same motion with which he tried to nudge her feet away from the couch so he could sit.

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Kathy raised her feet, giving him a long, put-upon sigh as he passed. "Yeah, well, your face," she retorted, finishing up her song with a small flourish and setting her guitar aside. "I'm hard rock and hard in general."

Suuuuure.

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Dante snickered softly. "Not without help," he said, sinking down into the now-free seat.

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And Kathy was immediately swinging her feet back up, trying to put them into his lap. Yes, just to be an asshole. "I mean, I could say the same for you," she said, leaning forward to poke him in the arm.

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Dante rolled his eyes at her. "Did someone skip a few anatomy classes?"

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"You've admitted, like, a million times that you don't get the point of erotica when you can just fuck someone," Kathy retorted. "Speaking of skipped anatomy lessons, I've got several bits that say you're wrong."

She jerked her thumbs backwards towards her nipples.

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"Those don't count."

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Kathy gave him an unimpressed look and then pointed downwards instead. "Gonna discount that, too?"

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"That actually gets hard," Dante said. "Not just pointy."

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"Let's see what you say next time the island turns you into a girl and your nipples get so hard they ache," Kathy sniffed, tossing her hair.

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"Remember having a dick?" Dante said, patting her leg.

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"Still so easy," Kathy grumbled, which meant a most emphatic yes.

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Dante snickered, leaving his hand on her leg. "That's what I thought," he said. "Stay in your lane, nipples."

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"I dunno," Kathy said, poking him cheerfully with her foot, toes curling in. "You've seen how I get when you play with them just right."

Or, like, at all.

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"How about you play that guitar instead of hittin' on me, smartass?" Dante said. "Show me some rock, maybe I'll pipe down."

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"I'm no hitting on you, I'm telling you you're wrong," Kathy said primly, picking up her guitar again. "...Though both of those do it for me, so I can see the confusion."

She sorted through the few songs she knew. She had a tendency to pick one song and practice it until she had it down almost perfectly before starting to learn a new one and so her selection wasn't all that wide yet. In the end, she picked the one that was at least modern, though Dante would probably argue how 'rock' Daft Punk was.

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Dante let out a soft snicker as he figured out what she was playing. "Aw, man," he said. "We gotta stop Spencer from dictating your whole guitar deal."

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"I only just started learning!" Kathy protested, laughing hard enough that she screwed up her fingering. "Cut me some slack or go get your guitar and teach me something."