[ She watches for a moment, happy to see him happy. ]
I'll go set up the table in there, unless you want to sit on the pillows. You know the way in, yeah? [ It's not as though there are 40 rooms like at sIV and he's been there twice before.. ]
[ The prospect that he might get lost between one room and the next is somehow adorable ]
If it comes to it, I'll launch a rescue mission.
[ Into the rainy day room she goes, setting up the table and chairs in a nice spot and arranging a nest of pillows, he can have his choice. She's busy fluffing pillows because it's sort of fun. ]
[ That's her preference too. She tucks herself into the nest, close to him but not overly so. Drinking tea and cuddling are best done one after the other. ]
Thank you. Am I correct in thinking you'll be spending a lot of time in this room? [ He'll learn the way eventually, through sheer muscle memory if nothing else. ]
[ She tinkers with her phone for a second, looking for an orchestral accompaniment, then she stands up, draws a few quick notes and touches her tuning pegs to perfect the chord. She starts her phone to play the rest of the orchestra while she takes the solo, choosing a lovely piece that starts out quick and light and turns -- slower, but sweet and warm rather than wistful. ]
[ Her playing is technically perfect as it always is, but this is the first time she's felt anything other than odd about playing, and that makes it sound especially pleasing. When she's through, she tucks her violin back into its case and settles back down beside him, eager for his thoughts on her playing. ]
[ She curls a hand over her mouth to hide her smile and flushes just a bit. Praise is nice, but it's a bit different from him, especially when all she wants is to help him feel lighter. ]
Good, that was the goal. [ Since his tea is down for a second, she leans over to nuzzle at his shoulder. ] And that's the first time I haven't felt a bit stuff when I'm playing, so thank you for that. I guess I just needed a reason.
I'm happy to be your audience at any time. [Nuzz back.] Though I don't know much about music in the technical sense, I can promise I'll always be an enthusiastic fan.
I thought so. But certainly I'll be asking everyone I'm close with. Even if they don't sing, there's plenty of drinks and good company. And I'll do my best to be entertaining.
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Ah, sencha green tea. A classic.
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I'll go set up the table in there, unless you want to sit on the pillows. You know the way in, yeah? [ It's not as though there are 40 rooms like at sIV and he's been there twice before.. ]
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[He is plenty forgetful, he might get lost.]
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If it comes to it, I'll launch a rescue mission.
[ Into the rainy day room she goes, setting up the table and chairs in a nice spot and arranging a nest of pillows, he can have his choice. She's busy fluffing pillows because it's sort of fun. ]
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Okay. Not that one, that's a theater. Second try?]
Second try isn't bad, I think.
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Not bad at all. Table or pillows?
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Thank you. Am I correct in thinking you'll be spending a lot of time in this room? [ He'll learn the way eventually, through sheer muscle memory if nothing else. ]
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[It's a lovely room, but it wouldn't be nearly the same without Aliza in it.]
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[ In the meantime ] Should I play something? I just cleaned the violin and bow so it does need a bit of tuning anyway.
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[Not that he... really remembers any songs to ask for in particular.]
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[ She tinkers with her phone for a second, looking for an orchestral accompaniment, then she stands up, draws a few quick notes and touches her tuning pegs to perfect the chord. She starts her phone to play the rest of the orchestra while she takes the solo, choosing a lovely piece that starts out quick and light and turns -- slower, but sweet and warm rather than wistful. ]
[ Her playing is technically perfect as it always is, but this is the first time she's felt anything other than odd about playing, and that makes it sound especially pleasing. When she's through, she tucks her violin back into its case and settles back down beside him, eager for his thoughts on her playing. ]
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A masterpiece. I feel as though my soul has been lightened just by hearing you.
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Good, that was the goal. [ Since his tea is down for a second, she leans over to nuzzle at his shoulder. ] And that's the first time I haven't felt a bit stuff when I'm playing, so thank you for that. I guess I just needed a reason.
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[ She backs off of him so he can finish his tea ] I'd sing something as well, but I think my voice might be best saved for karaoke.
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[Not a multi-unit live or anything, nope.]
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[ Of course not psssht ]
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