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[selfdeluded]

[today the dressing room is being greeted with a rare occasion, a definite change from the norm; filtering through the halls from some far-off room in the back of the West Wing is the distinct sound of Violin music. not piano - violin, if a slightly less beefed up and more classical version

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[felinedance]

[was just passing by when she hears the violin. Stops and listens to the song.]

[selfdeluded]

[unless she says something, he probably won't notice her, sorry. too busy being generally aggravated at his inability to play anything properly at the moment.]

[felinedance]

That was a nice song.

[selfdeluded]

[he glances over, still playing, and offers a polite smile. total business expression.] Thank you. I haven't practiced in awhile, so I thought I probably should.

Vampvi needs a break D: So have her? S-sorry, she's in a shitty mood :(

[lastnightswish]

[Gdit. The DR really, really hates her, apparently. First it steals all her clothes and leaves nothing but thing sundresses in her closet -- and when it finally decides to at least return her coat, it comes back with a weird orange stain that she just can't leave there. What the hell, DR, what the hell?

She's on her way to wash her coat - barefoot, and so obviously female now that it hurts to even think about it - when she hears that music, and it's just adding to her frustration.

Long story short? Have a scowling, huffing, visibly pregnant Kanda glaring at you from the doorway.]

Enough, Beansprout!

No worries~ P-pff, you're so nice to her.

[selfdeluded]

[okay, the shout makes him jump a little bit, and Allen actually drops the bow in his hands, immediately looking over at the extremely unhappy person in his doorway - and for a second a very obvious "oh, shit" look appears on his face, because the only full-grown Kanda he has ever met was standing in a room full of bodies. but then he notices that this one is... very obviously not a guy, and he's fairly certain the last one had been, so he does relax a little after the initial assessment.]

...sorry.

[he is doing his best not to stare at her stomach. really he is. it's just a little bit distracting, though.]

<3 I try to be~

[lastnightswish]

[It helps she doesn't have the sword strapped to her side, too, doesn't it? She just brings the hand not holding onto her coat up to her face and sighs.]

Fucking Beansprouts...

[Baw, it's not that big, yet. She's just frazzled because she can usually keep it well hidden under her coat.]

There are rooms for that, you know.

So I'd noticed~ <3

[selfdeludes]

[oh, very much so, though he hasn't met enough Kandas to know that the swords usually come with them. ...or that they're almost always male, either.

and he will still never get over the beansprout thing. never. IT MAKES NO SENSE.]

I didn't, actually. I can never find much of anything in this place.

And my name isn't beansprout.

o: Awesome find on the video!

[bloodscore]

[It's weird, to hear something other than piano in this place, but at the same time eerily familiar and calming. Despite the song, it reminds him of home and the dance halls in Ireland.

Have your double standing at the door, just listening with his eyes closed and a soft smile on his face, even with the mistakes.]

Why thank you~ I'm rather fond of that one.

[selfdeluded]

[the Allen playing doesn't take note of his double at first, too preoccupied with attempting to work out the flaws and getting his hands to behave properly - he's good at covering it up, but withdrawal is still... really inconvenient - to play the song how he wants, but after awhile he just gets more and more frustrated with it.

he lets out a sigh, and actually notices the other Allens shadow before he notices the boy himself; and he glances up at him, but doesn't stop playing, just giving the other a slightly inquisitive look despite him... not really being able to see it.]

I love listening to violin, so anything new is a treat. :3

[bloodyscore]

[He opens his eyes, noticing for the first time all of the twitches. Really he should be more observant than he is, but he's still learning. The calm look on his face is replaced with one of slight worry for the other, even without knowing what kind of things are changing in the player's life.

Allen sees the inquiry and gives him a brief smile with a nod.]

You play well. It's an unusual song.

Ah, glad I could offer you something new, then! <3

[selfdeludes]

[it's nothing too major, not yet, at least. he knows how to fight off the symptoms for as long as he needs to, by now, and the empty wine bottles in the corner of the room might be a testament to just that. he's not much of a drinker, usually, but feeding one "addiction" with another helps to stave it off when he can't find more pills. but he didn't really feel like drinking today, and hence, tremors and twitches were beginning to set in.

the comment gets a light chuckle out of him though, and Allen shakes his head. or at least, as much as he can while still playing.]

I can't say it's much of a song. It seems a bit more like one when I'm not having an off day, though.

[akumaindisguise]

[Suddenly the sound of a coin rolling into the room might be heard. It rolls over and bumps into the case, then spins to a stop... Oh, but its a chocolate coin.]

[selfdeludes]

[unfortunately, even though he can't see her he can still feel her nearby - and though he can't tell it's Chomesuke, he hasn't met any other Akuma that actually acted remotely human, so he just assumes it's her despite the oncoming headache-- the music falters slightly, but he picks back up quickly enough.]

....thanks.

[akumaindisguise]

[She pouts and stays out of sight.]

I'm sorry, Allen. I wish I didn't make you feel so crummy, cho.

[selfdeluded]

[she can't see him, so he doesn't bother with smiling, and continues to play for the time being, despite the steadily growing number of mistakes.]

You can't help it. It's fine.

[jesusing_clown]

[Overhearing the music and peering inside the room]

[selfdeluded]

[wow, lots of spectators today. he lifts his head upon hearing the other Allen and gives him a questioning stare, not bothering to stop playing. a sort of silent "most of the Allens look the same here and I can't tell if I have met you before". ...though that's likely not the easiest thing to convey with a single look.]

[jesusing_clown]

[Urk, caught staring] Oh- Hello. Sorry to bother you.

[selfdeluded]

[...hm. not one of the ones he's met, then. have a polite smile, other self.] Don't worry, you didn't.