TRANZ

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Stu's spent an inordinate amount of hours in front of cameras and microphones over the years. It's difficult to ask him a question someone hasn't brought up on a press tour or on television before, and yet they've done exactly that. It short-circuits him for a moment, forcing him to move off script and instead react in real time.

Smoke might just start pouring out of his ears if that trend were to continue.

"...19," he decides. The age he was back in august of 1997. "Dunno if I've ever really gotten older than that, heh..."

"Yeah, I've got one of them Bachelor of Laws and everything! I passed the, ehm, Solicitors exam too." Stu's a lot of things, but stupid isn't one of them. Sure, he might struggle to retain information, but there are tricks, accommodations, and some brute-force methods to get the information to stick. He's found framing it as music helps, letting little songs float through his head to lock the information in for future reference.

"I n-never thought I'd actually practice, but after Murdoc and I broke up, I h-had some things I wanted to prove. To myself, really, heh."

From the way he winces, brightens, and then frowns, it's clear he doesn't. For a second there, it's possible it came back to him, but now...? Nope. Didn't stick.

"You're sure...?" He can picture Noodle there, can remember a few of the faces that whirled in and out of his orbit during the single release party. As he remembers it, however, Murdoc claimed a migraine and saw himself out long before the night was done- with some cute groupie on his arm.

"I thought you w-were gone by then. You weren't there for-for the speech, so I let Russell give it instead."

"I am!" Stu brightens immediately. "I do all sorts of things, b-but music, mostly. That's why, ehm, I'm hoping you have the new, ehm, Spinal Tap book, from earlier this year? Usually I go w-with audio, but I want to see the pictures in this one." It's also nice to have physical media as a trophy on a shelf. He still collects CDs for a reason, and he's unashamed of it. Kong has a big library, and he can easily add the volume to it when he's done. Someone else will get more use out of the tome than him at the end of the day, and that's okay.

"Then don't!" Stu steps away from the Pac-Man machine in Kong's well-furnished basement arcade to grab another snack. He's in the mood for sour candy, and there's an entire pantry stocked with junk of the kind for a reason. Sure, he could stand to balance his diet more- especially at his age- but it's not happening. There's a joke to be made that it won't be the drugs that finally do him in, but the junk food.

Stu picks some sour gummy worms. He silently signals to ask if she'd like something, too, and tosses the treat over if requested.

"You can sleep, ehm, in here if you w-want, but there are tons and tons of empty bedrooms. W-we used to have collaborators stay over w-while we worked." Some still do stay, but the chaos their hard-earned reputation suggests means many are more reasonable and seek alternative lodgings.

The house is a wreck- like a permanent frat party- but it's safe enough.

Outside of the ghosts, anyway.

"Then how come you're already coming back 'round from the store with all kinds of things that weren't on the shopping list?" He's not fully convinced Murdoc ever reads it, truth be told. When it's texted, it's about 50% correct upon delivery. When handwritten, that rises to about 60%, so a battered, alcohol-stained notepad by the fridge it is. "Like last w-weekend, when you came home w-with a cart full of keyboards- and-and you kept the bloody cart! Still in the backyard," he adds. It's holding the pool floaties and the remains of a tarp they once used as a slip-n-slide setup.

That ended up in a concussion. (His own.)