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[In the middle of the room sits a white piano, and at the bench sits one Kanda Yu. He's got one arm in a sling, and his Tease sits where the music scores go. Kanda's idly playing the beginnings of a familiar song, though it's not exact. It's close, though.
Mostly playing to prove to himself his hands aren't going to suddenly act on their own. That he isn't really a Noah, even though his injuries are real. Even though the pain is real.
After a few minutes of this, Kanda eventually stops and moves to get up, stopping when he sees he isn't alone in this room. He definitely didn't expect anyone to be wandering into the room. E-Excuse him while he tries to leave without saying a word.]
[[ Threads aren't done quite yet, but he's at least injured by Judgement, hence the sling! /totally risks retconning self with injuries here... ]]
Mostly playing to prove to himself his hands aren't going to suddenly act on their own. That he isn't really a Noah, even though his injuries are real. Even though the pain is real.
After a few minutes of this, Kanda eventually stops and moves to get up, stopping when he sees he isn't alone in this room. He definitely didn't expect anyone to be wandering into the room. E-Excuse him while he tries to leave without saying a word.]
[[ Threads aren't done quite yet, but he's at least injured by Judgement, hence the sling! /totally risks retconning self with injuries here... ]]