R rocks in time, sorta, to the strains of "Fly Me to the Moon". His opinion of Howard jumps up several notches and he's glad all over again they somehow got to talking like people. This is what happens when you don't bite first and ask questions never.
"Let...me sing...for...e-ver," R tries to match Howard, mouthing along with lyrics he knows by heart. "Because..."
His moan trails off into a sigh. Despite the awkwardness with that girl earlier, R suspects he's happy and he thinks Howard is too. It's not a bad day, stylists and Arenas and hunger aside. R sits there, slumped back into his chair like trying to mumble along took everything out of him. That felt good. It felt really, really good. It’s probably not what being actually alive feels like but maybe it’s close. He wants to go up to Howard, shake his hand, thank him for being kinda awesome. For a moment he could almost forget Julie, listening to that whistling. R seems to revive after a long minute as if he went into a trance, just in time to catch Howard going on about the King and being hit full-force with Howard’s grin at the same time. It’s the total opposite of a zombie’s snarl: all white teeth and healthy gums, big and wide, with a full person behind it and not a shadow.
R has no idea what that girl was talking about. Howard’s got class. He bleeds class all over the place when he lets it.
“Good Luck Charm,” R says. “Your song?”
Man, he wishes they were back at the airport now more than ever. Getting Howard past all the other zombies would be…fun, but it’d be worth it to show off his vinyl collection. R bets Howard never heard Elvis like that.
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"Let...me sing...for...e-ver," R tries to match Howard, mouthing along with lyrics he knows by heart. "Because..."
His moan trails off into a sigh. Despite the awkwardness with that girl earlier, R suspects he's happy and he thinks Howard is too. It's not a bad day, stylists and Arenas and hunger aside. R sits there, slumped back into his chair like trying to mumble along took everything out of him. That felt good. It felt really, really good. It’s probably not what being actually alive feels like but maybe it’s close. He wants to go up to Howard, shake his hand, thank him for being kinda awesome. For a moment he could almost forget Julie, listening to that whistling. R seems to revive after a long minute as if he went into a trance, just in time to catch Howard going on about the King and being hit full-force with Howard’s grin at the same time. It’s the total opposite of a zombie’s snarl: all white teeth and healthy gums, big and wide, with a full person behind it and not a shadow.
R has no idea what that girl was talking about. Howard’s got class. He bleeds class all over the place when he lets it.
“Good Luck Charm,” R says. “Your song?”
Man, he wishes they were back at the airport now more than ever. Getting Howard past all the other zombies would be…fun, but it’d be worth it to show off his vinyl collection. R bets Howard never heard Elvis like that.