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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[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.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

...I wouldn't know.

[small smile]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

You're better off without it, I'd say.

Makes your heart beat all kinds of unhealthy.

[he would know. he really, really would.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[laughs quietly, arms crossing]

It wouldn't surprise me. Makes people do stupid things.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[his eyes are sort of wandering though, more down to his shoes, watching the tips wiggle as he moves his feet inside.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

...Do you want to play together?

[torpid.livejournal.com]

... sure, if you'd like.

[b-but excuse him, he's starting to feel self conscious, chewing on the inside of his cheek. it was always so easy to just wing it in the café, but here it seems like everyone matters, everyone counts.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

...Okay, uhm.

[tries to grope around for the piano or the bench, hoping he doesn't trip]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[reaches out and takes his hand softly, guiding him over.]

Here, don't fall.

[he can only surmise now that this Sora can't see, and he's even more amazed that the kid can play.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[throws him a bright smile, squeezing that hand and then sliding his fingers across the keys lightly]

You start something and I'll pick up?

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Alright.. here.

[he starts off slow in the lower notes, just letting Sora get a hang of the rhythm before he can join in.]

[iwasarealboy.livejournal.com]

[easily catches on, tapping his foot as he goes, adding a bit of this and that in, smiling]