[u]Isole stands up now, his arms readied in an offensive position.[/u] "[i]I can repair my guitar on my own. You're lucky you didn't think to repair it, as I would have made sure it was the last thing you did with those damned things. Only I may work on that guitar, for it is my right and only mine given unto me by my creator.[/i]"

"Mmmmkay... Well, it's in the corner." *He points to the pile of guitar pieces sitting in the corner.* "But really. No concerts while people are sleeping and don't play it too loudly... It hurts our ears."

[u]Isole simply flicks his wrist towards the guitar, and something strange begins to happens with the parts. Wires from the inner workings of it grasp onto each-other, pulling themselves together. The guitar strings meld together, fixing themselves with a twang. The cracks fuse, leaving behind no sign of the guitar's destruction.[/u] "[i]If you had left me alone, this would have happened eventually, but hanks anyway. As with the music, I'll refrain as a thank you for not just leaving me even though I would have been fine. You are a good person, Sketch. Know this.[/i]" [u]He stands up, grabbing his guitar as he walks out.[/u]

"Well, um, thank you."