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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[torpid.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sorry, 'fraid that's all my heart can take.

[so he's pushing back and setting the lid over the keys, stretching out when he stands.]

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

Tch.

[tries not to look so disappointed. it's just a song, and the guy does have a condition.]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

I'll see you around.

[rubs his eyes with the heels of his palms, one hand lingering as the fingertips trail down his cheek, and he thinks a little to himself, waiting for the last parting note.]

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

... yeah, see you.

[he'll just hide in his sleeves, already thinking about the kids and puppies he can kick that might make him feel better.]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[then he strolls off, dropping his hand to the side-- at least until he coughs, heavy and bone rattling. he murmurs something about missing medicine, laughs again, then leaves the area.]