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[kinnonme]

~In the music room, Marlene is sitting on the piano bench, her fingers on the keys, but hasn't actually played a note in nearly an hour. She's just starting at them, barely blinking~

[OOC: Open post!]

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[hunting_realism]

*comes in*

*stops for a second, surprised to see her*

*goes to get out a guitar*

Didn't know you played, Marlene.

[kinnonme]

Hmm? Oh. I don't, really. Just. *hits the C lazily* Mmm.

[hunting_realism]

*licks his finger tips then plays a C chord on the guitar*

You should. You'd like piano.

[kinnonme]

I know, it's just hard. I'm more comfortable with my flute, I suppose.

[hunting_realism]

You play flute? *puzzled look* How did I not know that before?

*toys with the guitar strings*

*um. awkwaaaaaaaard.*

[kinnonme]

Yep. And clarinet.

*plays a little tune, which I imagine sounds a lot like Viktor's solo in the Corpse Bride*

[hunting_realism]

Oh. I had no idea.

*listens for a minute, then joins in quietly on his guitar*

So why are you all mopey?

[kinnonme]

M'not.

Just miss Amos is all.

[hunting_realism]

*pulls a string hard and lets the note vibrate for a long time*

Can't imagine why, he's always around, isn't he?

[kinnonme]

Hasn't had much time for me, I suppose.

And I don't have much time for him.

[hunting_realism]

Well that's all shite, then.

*plays a quiet little bluesy tune on his guitar, staring at the ground*

That's all that's wrong?

[kinnonme]

Yeah, that's all.

*tries to find his key, but fails miserably*

[hunting_realism]

*leans over and picks out the tune haltingly on the piano for her*

There.

*continues to play, a bit louder*

[kinnonme]

Thanks.

*plays out the pattern he showed her, taking glances at him as he plays*

[hunting_realism]

*clears his throat awkwardly*

*misses a string and throws the whole thing off*

Don't look, you make me nervous. *kind of smiles*

[kinnonme]

*turns back to the keys and mutters quietly*

Imagine if I were Veronica.