the start of something

‘ i, um, really appreciate you coming to help me practice... i didn’t want you to go out of your way if you couldn’t... but i-- i figured you might be better to ask than the others, ‘ fingers nervously clutched the sticks in hand, she didn’t want to let the other’s pick up on her nerves. compared to the others-- save maya, she wasn’t too outgoing for her instrument of choice. ‘ i, just don’t want other’s to know that i’m not um, the most confident drummer... ‘

‘ it’s not that, um, i disagree with it but... ‘ fingers idly toyed with the penguin’s fluff as it sat in her lap. it was the real deal and that was never the issue she held onto it. it was a curiosity that drove her to finally push the question. ‘ penguins are suppose to live where it’s cold usually... so how come pen pen is, um--  content in the changing seasons here? ‘