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[grdn_n_white]

In a room there is piano being played. It's a calm piece, quiet but distinct none the less. The one playing the music is none other than Zoisite. As the song moves forward he can feel every note within him, every chord made. It's as if he's been drawn into the music, every measure and bar filled with a magical sense of emotion and presence.

He stops for a moment opening his eyes. Something appears to be on his mind. He stands and moves to a window, taking a moment to glance over to a bag that has been packed recently. After a few moments he returns his eyes to the window.

Wonder what he's thinking? Just wanna bug him?