Nodding as Søren began speaking about the EP being finished by the weekend - though Parker was still uncertain if the optimism was too much. Parker was about to take another bite of peppered beef before he stopped mid-motion, laying down his fork -- since he could never learn to use chopsticks, it made a dramatic "clink" noise as it struck the plate. The surreality was real this time as Parker considered his best friend's idea for the shirt, and his smile nearly reached both ears as he nodded to himself, his eyes fixed on a spot on the table. The four at the table were all fans of one comic or another, to Parker's knowledge, and Parker himself was an avid fan Marvel - though he preferred DC and Dark Horse). Not to mention that the the Age of Apocalypse story arc was one of his very favorites; he had thought of it many times after they had landed on the name "Harbinger's". Hollywood's music scene seemed to be their own Apocalypse at about that time, and not much had changed since then. 

Pulling himself from the negative, he considered what an asset something as simple as these shirts could be. First their EP, and then clothing advertising -- based off of something as currently huge as Marvel, no less! After Matt's coughing fit [[deja-vu, anyone?]](http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/20513/posts/ic), or rather almost during, Parker nearly slammed his hands ont he table with excitement. "Søren, I feel like kissing you right now," Parker managed to utter through his half-laughing, excited grin. "I mean, we'll have to change a few things here and there to steer clear of Marvel's legal team, but that shouldn't be too hard -- bands do this sort of thing all the time." Trying not to picture their own version of the comic cover in his mind with too much of his focus, he barely caught Matt continuing about the recording. Luckily he did, however, because Autumn Illness was probably Parker's favorite on their set list, so of course his smile quickly returned. "Alright!" He exclaimed ecstatically. He wasn't used to being this positive all the time. "Can't wait to hear it, Mr. Lyrical. You two are just killin' it lately. Lucy, I think we have some slack to pick up," he laughed as he moved his eyes toward her, taking his last bite. "Parker Mors: Chauffeur and, sometimes, drummer."