yakko X reader

part 6

The first half of this has been sitting in drafts for who knows how long- as noted in a previous chapter I've been struggling with family issues, they'be really affected the stability of my future- my last year of high-school is kicking my ass and so is my three other jobs and extra mouths to feed and rent- y'know what I'm just getting beat up by a gang of financial problems essentially, so I apologise for the lack of updates.
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Last night was,, how should you say?

Zany.

You were concerned that you wouldn't get even a lick of sleep.

You had been assigned to the couch for now, just until the Warners acquired another bed.

They were all currently out filming season 3, you really hoped they'd get to continue running for a long time. You'd been binging their reboot and their original show for a few hours that morning, and Wakko had said something mildly concerning at the end of the season 2 reboot which had aired yesterday.

At the time of filming, they clearly had no idea whether they'd be getting another season. Pondering the possibility of being cancelled again Wakko asked Yakko if they 'would have dreams this time'.

You remember Yakko mentioning that it was like being asleep, but also like death.

A shiver ran though you at the thought.

You needed to think about something else.

Glancing around the room you didn't see much to do other than eat from Wakko's stash, though you think you saw some mold in there,, or to try out Yakko's ball-pit bed.

An idea struck you as you spotted your guitar leaning on the couch next to you.

The acoustics were really good in here, maybe you could see what kind of echoey sounds you could get.

Pulling up your guitar and sitting it in your lap, you gave it a strum, immediately regretting it as the disastrous sound of an untuned guitar reverberated around the room.

You started tuning it by ear, only needing to get the guitar tuner out for the d string.

You strummed again and the beautiful sound of your Martin guitar echoed once again around the water tower.

But what to play? There was no one else there to play with you so not really the time to do a twelve bar blues.

You hadn't quite managed to get the twelfth Street rag yet, your tempo unable to sustain at such a quick pace.

Maybe you could just start with a simple one,,,

You started strumming the beginning of Spaceship by Art Sorority, your fingers already pressing painfully on the steel strings after the lack of practice.

You strummed the verses a few times, knowing it wasn't quite right without the lyrics due to the rhythm that the lyrics provide.

With an unsure breathe you waited for the start of the first verse again before beginning to sing.

"Get-get-get inside your spaceship
You don't have a car, but you don't have to take this"

You were surprised at how clean your voice was since you last sang, maybe it was because of puberty. Oh wow, you really hadn't played since early highschool.

"You'll jet up out the city like your favorite authors
Look up at the stars, look up at the stars
You're on the fast track, living from a backpack
Leaving all the sad-sack suckers in the dust behind you"