A cross and a girl named Blessed.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

There's a pretty girl somewhere with a pretty name, but I can never let you know how much this means~

[someone's feeling pretty musical, but he hasn't touched a piano in a while, so he's rusty. he's kind of feeling nostalgic and he really misses Mickey his lessons, so here's where he has to improvise.]

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[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*stop when he hears the music and rubbernecks listens in*

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[he's humming the rest, testing notes, plotting harmonies, then gliding his fingers over the keys as he plays to some of the other lyrics in the song. it has him concentrating so much that he barely realizes there's anyone there, so when he looks up, he nearly jumps.]

Oh-- hey. Heh.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Yo, Riku. You play really well.

*he's kind of fascinated because that looked pretty neat*

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[sdgsah notblushing. he turns his head away and clears his throat.]

I still need to learn a lot.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*just gives you a friendly grin*

Well, it sounds good to me. I can't do anything musical at all. And I can't sing since everyone told me it sounds like someone's strangling cats.

SNRK, you strangle those pussies good, Ri.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[eventually turns back, smiling.]

I'm sure with practice you'll get better. I'm glad you like it, though.

Hey, he can treat a pussy right he's had no complaints

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

Nah, it's okay. It's just weird because Riku can sing fairly well and I can't. You're pretty amazing though. How long have you been playing?

*will shy away from the piano itself though, for fear he does something to break it*

I guess they're into asphyxation then 8|

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[those compliments are something he's heard, but it's weird to see it spoken by someone who holds an uncanny resemblance to his mirror image. it's almost a reminder that he might need a little more self confidence, but jeeze, who does that nowadays?]

A few years.. I've known my teacher since I was about up to his knee, though.

[laughs.]

That's hot if you do it right~

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

The King-- I mean, your Mickey, right? Aah, so that means he plays too!

*he doesn't mind helping prop up egos, and he likes trying to figure out the differences in people he's met*

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[small smile]

Makes me miss playing.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

You played?

[his fingers lift off the keys, and he turns.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[nods slowly]

A few instruments. Old ones for my time, but they'd be pretty recent or normal for you.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

So you're from the future?

[tilts his head a little, silver hair falling over his shoulder.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

Mm.

[another nod, fake, mismatched eyes wandering]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Interesting. Really, what was it like?

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

...Ah...it's..it's pretty when it wants to be, and ugly and awful other times.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Just like love, huh.

[he flickers his fingertips across a few keys, just to stir up the silence after.]

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

[he's peeling an orange, but that doesn't mean he can't stop and raise an eyebrow.]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[and he'll keep on singing a song that wasn't meant for the piano, but it's all improvising.]

I swear I'll end this war 'cause we both know it wasn't worth fighting for-

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

[it's not normally his kind of music; though he'll stand there and stuff fruit in his mouth while trying not to look like he has a schoolgirl crush regardless.]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[clearly submersed, Riku's just gliding along the ivories with no intent on stopping, eyes nearly closed with concentration while he sings low to keep his pace up.]

I wear Gods name upon my wrist but you might as well tear my skin off
She's letting go convictions, to release the ghost inside
To release all the suffering of a cross and a girl I sing
I love you way too much, so I'll say I hate you for tonight

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

[bites his lip. as long as he has the decency to not interrupt, he'll be fine.]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

She, she said to me I will be driving in the wrong direction
Did you ever think, that maybe your life,
Is heading in the wrong direction, baby

[the playing gets louder, more harsh as he drums on the lower notes, shimmying higher and settling in one distinct area before he settles into something soft, singing low again.]

There's a cross up on the wall
See from the corner of your eye
When you're dead and on your knees
And she's begging please
So go and lay back down tonight
Because we won't know who are
Until you're dead and on your knees
And you're begging please

[three more keys, hold, and let go. then he sighs, just staring down at the piano like he's waiting for it to say something about his playing.]

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

[it probably can't, but Roku can--]

--you said you were good, but I didn't know you were that good.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[ahhh shit, what's with people sneaking up on him and throwing compliments at his stupid face?]

I still need a lot more practice before I'm anything worth noting.