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[bakubakubaku]

[outside the SEES dorms, there is a young violinist playing some of the most beautiful music you've ever heard. it's a song you've never heard before, but for if you know Wataru, it sounds familiar anyway. it's his song, written for him by his father. it's just that something... is missing. he frowns and lowers the violin, thinking.]

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[bakibakibaki]

[leaning against a wall, listening]

[bakubakubaku]

[something is missing and he clearly doesn't know what]

[bakibakibaki]

[holding his hands out for Bloody Rose]

[bakubakubaku]

[here daddy]

[bakibakibaki]

[this is how your song should sound, son]

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[oooooh. attentive!]

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[and handing the violin back when the song is finished]

[bakubakubaku]

I sound like that?

[bakibakibaki]

Of course you do, you're my son.

[bakubakubaku]

[lifts the violin, but doesn't play his song; plays what otoya sounds like to him]

[bakibakibaki]

[looks surprised for a moment, and then his eyes close, listening intently]

[bakubakubaku]

[musics for daddy!]

[bakibakibaki]

That is what Wataru hears?

[bakubakubaku]

Yes, Otosan.

[bakibakibaki]

Magnificent, as it should be. Play your own now.

[bakubakubaku]

[nods and closes his eyes, trying to hear the differences in what he was playing and what otoya played. it's right this time.]