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[adestefidelis]

*he's sixteen, curly-haired, and biracial, seated in a corner, an electric violin held under his chin. He salutes with his bow, waving it in a lazy circle before going into an exaggerated bend from the waist, almost touching his nose to the floor*

Hi. I'm Fiddler. You guys don't notice anything, I've been here for two days already and the first

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[verseslikeroses]

*waits patiently near the door of the room until he's finished*

Hi, Fiddler. *nods towards his violin* You're even better than the last time I saw you.

[adestefidelis]

*sets the violin down delicately on his lap* Yeah, I know. My mum's been making me practice.

[verseslikeroses]

It's worth it, isn't it? I almost wish I had kept with my piano lessons.

[adestefidelis]

*shrugs* She thinks so. It's not so bad. Sometimes it's kind of cool, but I hate practicing.

[verseslikeroses]

At least it's something to impress with.

[adestefidelis]

Yeah, except if you really want to impress people you have to do it for your whole life. I don't want to do that.

[verseslikeroses]

What do you want to do?

[adestefidelis]

*shrugs* I don't know. Something fun.