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[stainedlotus]

[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

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[accedoletum]

[Don't mind him, Spy. Papa will just be stopping him from leaving the room by standing directly in front of his path.] Familiar.

[stainedlotus]

[dfg There's a Neah in front of him.] I-I know.

[accedoletum]

[He takes a step forward. Smiling pleasantly at the younger man.] I was not aware you knew how to play the piano.

Impressive.

[stainedlotus]

I don't, really. It's...just from memory.

[accedoletum]

Is that so?

[Thinky thinky...] Care to play again?

[stainedlotus]

Do I have to?

[accedoletum]

[Just. This smile.]

[stainedlotus]

[He'd honestly rather not, but after a moment does turn back toward the piano to play it again.]

[accedoletum]

[Now they've changed spots, it seems.

Neah will just sit back and relax to that familiar melody that he oh so hates, but somewhat loves at the same time.]

[stainedlotus]

[He'll just play from memory - what he can play of the whole thing with only one hand, anyway. He's not supposed to use his injured hand, since one of Judgement's bullets went right through his shoulder.]

[accedoletum]

[Neah takes note of the injured hand. Not sure whether to bring it up or not while he was playing. So it waited until Kanda's song comes to a stop.]

[stainedlotus]

[Being watched by Neah makes him a little nervous, so his playing isn't perfect. Probably doesn't help to note both hands are bandaged too. They got burned.]

[accedoletum]

Are you nervous? [Neah does not mind the song not being perfect. He's enjoying it anyway.]

[stainedlotus]

... A little.

[accedoletum]

There is no need to be nervous. [Continue playing.]

[stainedlotus]

So you say. [In a moment. His arm's hurting a little.]