[network][Day 138|video|@hotstud_xxx] You Get What You Need [open]

[rubikscomplex]

[There's no pithy commentary from House as is more common for the introductions to one of his piano sessions. It's also on video at the moment because House... can't figure out how to change it to just audio. He really hates this particular effect. So, anyone in Snowhell who has yet to actually see Dr. Hotstud House will get a view of him. He's a haggard, middle-aged man who's looking closer to just plain 'aged' after more than three months in Norfinbury. He has the tablet propped up where the sheet music would usually go, and keeps his eyes down or closed as he begins to play. He mouths some of the words, brows furrowed and body swaying to the music.

He runs through that. And then, because he's not going to be able to play and 'talk' to people at the same time, he moves into another tune before stopping and checking for responses.]

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[rubikscomplex]

[Oh, aren't you cute, asshole? House gives him a Look, and then plays the chorus of Tell Her About It while mouthing 'Tell me about it.'

Okay, Chuckles. Are you going to pretend not to know the words to that, too?]

[blueteamproblems]

oh ok
sure ill tell u all abt texas
tho i have to warn u im from austin so i never rly got the full experience
the school i went to even gave sex ed
fancy i know

[rubikscomplex]

[House narrows his eyes. The guy is being evasive. If he weren't, House would just drop this as someone meaning they were born in another state and moved when they were young. Evasion means there's something that's actually interesting there.

He does mock-gasp, raising a hand to his chest and fanning himself at the mention of sex ed, though. The scandal!]