"You didn't--!" Lock started, but the conversation came back almost instantly, and the look on his face said as much.

He reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose and waved her off.

"Yeah, yeah, fine," he said. "Just...we'll work on it."

Shock turned to Carmilla, knowing that unfinished "purple" comment was directed at her. It was her signature color, after all. No one else in town wore it.

"Why, because you can't multitask, [i]Charmelia[/i]?" she asked. "Thought you were better than me?"

"Shock, stop it," Lock said. "[i]After[/i] practice."

"Hey, [i]she[/i] started it," Shock said as she shoved a finger towards Carmilla.

Both siblings glowered at each other.

"[i]My[/i] turf," Lock forcefully reminded her, "[i]my[/i] terms."

That got his sister to back down. Lock took a moment to gather his thoughts and calm down before turning to Carmilla.

"And she's actually right," he said. He was trying [i]very[/i] hard to be patient, though it was waning quickly. "You're better than that. I know you are. And Barrel--"

Barrel perked up.

"Hmm?"

"Can you please [i]hit the right drums[/i]?"

"What, like this?" Barrel asked, as he started a set.

Lock tried to redirect him.

"No not that--Barrel, stop! [i]That[/i] one! No, [i]that one[/i]!"

Lock marched over and directly snatched the drumsticks from his hands.

"Hey!"

Barrel tried to take them back, but Lock passed them down to his tail, where he could hold the drumsticks away from Barrel's long arms. Lock then used his hands to point to the proper drums in the set, from the toms to the kick drum, to the cymbals, and made Barrel repeat the pattern he pointed to, and only handed the drumsticks back when he was satisfied.