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[ol_yellow_eyes]

Data is over by the fireplace, playing the violin. Spot is curled up next to him, looking very comfortable.

It is the first violin part to Bach's Air on a G String, if anyone is curious.

Botherable, as always. Feel free to interrupt, or wait until he is finished playing.

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[3nanashi]

Trowa recognizes the tune.

He doesn't volunteer this fact. But he is listening. The strange man* plays pretty well.

*Presumably-man. This is Milliways, and his coloring and bearing are both rather strange. It's not sufficient evidence to conclude non-human, but Trowa keeps an open mind about these things.

[ol_yellow_eyes]

Data looks up from his violin to give his visitor a brief greeting: "Hello."

And then returns to playing.

[3nanashi]

"Hello."

Trowa is amiable! Laconic, but amiable.

And not inclined to interrupt.

[ol_yellow_eyes]

He will be finished in a moment.

When the piece does end, his brows furrow for a moment, and he shakes his head once. But then he turns to Trowa with a distinctly friendly expression.

"Thank you for listening. I always appreciate having an audience," he says. "I do not believe we have met before."

[3nanashi]

Trowa notes the gesture -- disapproval of his playing? -- but doesn't comment. Instead: "I'm Trowa."

His expression . . . well, pretty much isn't one, but his voice is friendly too, in a deadpan kind of way.

[ol_yellow_eyes]

"Lieutenant Commander Data, of the starship Enterprise," Data returns. "It is good to meet you."

[3nanashi]

Interesting.

Trowa inclines his head slightly in answer.

[ol_yellow_eyes]

"Do you enjoy music?" Data asks.

[3nanashi]

"Sometimes," Trowa allows.

Frequently, for classical music. Pop music is a lot more hit and miss.

He's gotten a lot of familiarity with the bouncy pop music of his world, like it or not, from his sister's taste in music-to-clean-by. But Bach is more his style.

(Quatre reinforces this, but is not the original cause of it.)

[ol_yellow_eyes]

Trowa's answer makes Data curious.

"Do you play any instruments?"

[3nanashi]

Trowa's mental dossier on Data -- yes, of course he's compiling one -- has several notes by this point.

Trowa doesn't get asked that directly very often. (This is because some people like to chatter without direct questions, and other people get put off by Trowa's unhelpful manner.) He sees no particular reason to lie, though.

Accordingly: "Yeah."

Because even Trowa is not quite that unhelpful, or at least recognizes that it will be interpreted as deliberate unhelpfulness, he adds, "Mostly flute."

[ol_yellow_eyes]

Data seems interested by this information. "I have attempted to play the flute, and found it to be a most challenging instrument. The embouchure is very specific and difficult to maintian, much like whistling.

"Are you quite accomplished at it?"

[3nanashi]

Trowa shrugs slightly. (Very slightly. Trowa's gestures, like his expressions, are both minimal and sparing.) "I started pretty young."

And he's always been a quick learner. And a quietly stubborn one.

"I'm all right."

Not professional quality, the mun adds to this, but he is solidly good for an amateur with a day job.

[ol_yellow_eyes]

"Do you perform at all, or is it simply a hobby?"

Either is valid.

[3nanashi]

"Just a hobby."

And sometimes he plays with friends, but that's . . . kind of private. (Mostly because it involves emotions, and Trowa is allergic to talking even peripherally about those.)

His day job involves performance! But acrobatics, which matter less. And lions and having knives thrown at his head, of course.

"How about you?"

[ol_yellow_eyes]

"For me, it is both," Data replies, glancing down at his violin. "It is not my occupation, but I take part in performances occasionally when I am off-duty."