[ He settles himself and doesn't say anything for a moment or two. He lets his fingers move across the strings. The idle plucking making a haunting echo in these wide vents. ]
Guess I'm staying here a bit too.
[ He looks up at him. There are times for arguments and times for understanding. This is one of the latter times he thinks. ]
I never did get around to really playing you that birthday song did I?
[ He's played music before, songs in his room and elsewhere. ]
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Date: 2024-03-15 04:25 pm (UTC)From:Guess I'm staying here a bit too.
[ He looks up at him. There are times for arguments and times for understanding. This is one of the latter times he thinks. ]
I never did get around to really playing you that birthday song did I?
[ He's played music before, songs in his room and elsewhere. ]