[ Feeling restless is something that Oxford can understand. This jump and its arrivals have left with a lot more pent up energy and emotion than he cares to deal with, and it translates into lack of sleep and excessive passing of the ship whenever he finds himself need something to do (but usually has nothing). He knows that he has too much on his mind, he knows that he ought to find someone to talk to, if he can't find a distraction, but the desire to spill his heart out about how much he still thinks about Hotspur's death, how much he worries about Aberdeen, how strange Durham's reaction to him was - it's not exactly one of the greatest, right now. Ideally, he'd like a drink and to get laid, but he has been a bit rusty with his charm lately. He's not sure how soon that would become a realistic option.
The sound of an instrument being tuned catches his attention. He stops for a brief moment to listen before he starts to follow it, until he reaches the entrance to the holodeck. His eyes briefly flit down to look at the dogs, and he keeps his distance, his eyebrows raised - with both surprise and some appreciation - as he sees who it is with the instrument. ]
I wouldn't have taken you for the musical type at first glance.
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The sound of an instrument being tuned catches his attention. He stops for a brief moment to listen before he starts to follow it, until he reaches the entrance to the holodeck. His eyes briefly flit down to look at the dogs, and he keeps his distance, his eyebrows raised - with both surprise and some appreciation - as he sees who it is with the instrument. ]
I wouldn't have taken you for the musical type at first glance.